Nicaragua

NICARAGUA
Written by
Colin L. Palmer
2023
757-869-8637 (WhatsApp/mobile)
Palmercva@gmail.com
# TXu 1-721-353
EXT. NICARAGUA, CENTRAL AMERICA - DAY
A helicopter flies over a large area of Pacific Oil Rigs. A

full, fuel tanker pulls away from a rig as another fuel
tanker waits. It’s as busy as an Arabian fuel depot.
I/E. HEICOPTER
The helicopter banks and holds over an oil platform.
SMITTY, 40, an American, looks like a reporter with a camera

around his neck, Hawaiian shirt and pants with pockets. He
sits in the back by the open door and speaks into his
headset.
SMITTY
Can you fly over there?
The NICARAGUAN PILOT nods and steers to another oil rig.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Fly over this line of rigs. I want
a nice long shot.
The helicopter SWOOPS down over the rig and blazes over the
water to the next oil rig.
EXT. MANAGUA, NICARAGUA - DAY
Three different skyscrapers are being built.
Construction is all around the city. New banks are open.

There’s a buzz in the city, but it’s still at heart, savage.
EXT. HIGHWAY/ROAD - DAY
Oil trucks drive down a narrow road across the country.
A new highway is being built.
EXT. NORFOLK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, VA, USA - NIGHT
A plane lands.
EXT. PICKUP AREA, ARRIVALS - NIGHT
A quick HONK. A black SUV waits for Smitty.

2.
INT. SUV - NIGHT
AGENT JONES, 50s, a black man with salt and pepper hair and a
drinker’s belly.
AGENT JONES
Got a meeting in the morning.
SMITTY
(Sarcastic)
Nice to see you, Smitty. How was
the trip? Was your hotel
accommodating? What was traffic
like? Did your malaria kick in?
AGENT JONES
I’m not in the mood, Smitty.
Jones pulls away.
SMITTY
I’m in the mood, Jonzy. Especially
after flying coach for eight hours
with three screaming babies around
me. The shit I do for this country.
You can’t even have a little
sympathy after all I’ve done for
you too?
Jones glances at him not amused and steers onto his exit.
AGENT JONES
So you and your contacts confirmed
the site?
SMITTY
Yep.
AGENT JONES
And have you reached out to your
guy yet?
SMITTY
I haven’t been able to reach him.
You honestly never know with this
guy. Damn good operator, but
attracted to all kinds of trouble.
AGENT JONES
That’s just what we need.
3.
INT. JAIL, GENERAL POPULATION - NIGHT
Kyle, 30s, a well built, good looking blonde man is PUNCHED

in the face. He takes it easily and appears drunk.
He scans the half moon of ethnic males in orange jumpsuits.

One TOUGH GUY in boxer briefs approaches.
KYLE
I don’t want to fight anyone, man.
I’m still drunk.
TOUGH GUY
Oh, we fightin’.
KYLE
Come on man. (To himself) Not
again.
As the guy makes a move, Kyle attacks, grabs his head,

smashes it into the steel bunk, holds his neck and PUNCHES
him out cold.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You sure you guys want some?
He fights a half moon of inmates. His drunken punches keep

some distance as he connects and misses.
Latinos, blacks and one white inmate back him into the
shower. INMATE 1 steps in, Kyle grabs his head, knees him in
the face and throws him on the floor in the shower entrance.
His nose bleeds on the shower floor.
INMATE 2 steps in, Kyle elbows his face and slams him on top
of the other. His tooth breaks off on Inmate 1’s head.
Kyle looks around, no escape.
He steps on the inmates and PUNCHES his way (almost loses his
balance) through the crowd.
INT. JAIL HALLWAY
Kyle is escorted down the hallway in the nude with one sandal
on and a black eye.
KYLE
Thanks for the help officers.
SHERIFF
Shut up.
4.
INT. SOLITARY CELL
Kyle walks into his own small cell.
KYLE
I lost my sandal.
SHERIFF
We’ll get your sandal.
The door slams shut.
KYLE
I’m supposed to be back in
Afghanistan in two weeks.
SHERIFF
Good luck with that.
The door locks.
Kyle sits on the bottom bunk and stares at the toilet.
He puts his head in his hands.
FADE TO:
FONZI (O.S.)
It’s a damn shame!
INT. JAIL CELL
KYLE
What?
Kyle sits on the bottom bunk with a note pad.
FONZI, 46, black male with slicked back hair, paces.
FONZI
Shit, you can smoke in the State
Pen. But, oh no, come to county and
you gotta quit cold turkey. Shit is
cruel and unusual.
A scream echoes.
KYLE
So is being locked in the mental
wing with Mr. Shit over there.
5.
A CRAZY INMATE PLAYS WITH HIS OWN SHIT IN HIS CELL AND HOWLS.
KYLE
Speaking of, Silver Bullet time,
Fonzi.
FONZI
Damn!
KYLE
Sorry.
Kyle gets up and pulls out some toilet paper and lays it on
the silver rim with no seat.
KYLE (CONT'D)
And you know, this toilet paper is
terrible. I haven’t even stood
before the judge yet. What if by
some miracle I’m innocent and I had
to put up with this toilet paper
for no reason?
Fonzi hops on the top bunk.
FONZI
Shit. The toilet paper. The
cigarette situation. The fuckin’
food.
SHERIFF
Longworth! Visitors.
KYLE
Ah. Must be Mother.
He puts the roll down and snaps up his orange jumpsuit.
INT. VISITOR’S ROOM
Kyle sits down in the booth and is stunned at who he sees

through the glass -
KYLE
Smitty.
Smitty and Jones sit behind the glass.
Jones has a dark folder.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I don’t get it. You a lawyer now?
6.
Smitty chuckles.
SMITTY
More like a judge. How do you like
it here?
KYLE
You’d be surprised. It’s a society
full of complex morals and ethics.
But, what are those, really?
SMITTY
Looks like you’re still drinking a
lot. How’s that working for you?
Kyle stares at him.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
The black eye suits you. Just like
your service record.
Kyle smiles through gritted teeth.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Your finances doing okay? Or, do
you owe your parents money?
KYLE
What the fuck do you want, Smitty?
Jones leans in.
AGENT JONES
We’re here to give you a second
chance.
Kyle freezes.
KYLE
What do you mean?
SMITTY
We can’t tell you here. But, if you
work for us, you’re out of here
immediately.
Kyle smiles and crosses his arms.
KYLE
What’s the catch?
SMITTY
The catch? It’s tactical.
7.
KYLE
Tactical...
SMITTY
You do this, you’ll be in good with
the man.
KYLE
THE MAN?
SMITTY
The man.
AGENT JONES
We’ll fix your discharge.
KYLE
Fantastic. I still need to meet my
daughter. My ex ditched me when I
was in Tanzania while she was
pregnant. The last job I did I
promised a chance with my daughter.
That never happened.
SMITTY
With the paycheck you get if this
is a success, you’ll be able to
meet your daughter.
KYLE
I’ll need a little more than legal
support. I lost any chance at
custody when I was in jail in Iraq,
remember?
INT. BLACK CHEVY SUBURBAN - NIGHT
Kyle sits in the backseat in civilian clothes.
In the driver’s seat -
SMITTY
I’m even willing to forgive you for
the Fallujah incident.
KYLE
Yeah right. What you were doing was
fucked up.
SMITTY
No, it was necessary. And, let’s
get this straight. Those orders
came from above.
8.
Kyle sits quiet.
EXT. BLACK CHEVY SUBURBAN - NIGHT
It speeds down the highway. EXIT for LANGLEY.
INT. BRIEFING ROOM, CIA
Pictures of OIL RIGS on panel TVs.
Kyle fills out paperwork. He signs the last page.
Smitty takes the packet and hands it to a LADY who leaves and
closes the door.
It’s Jones, Smitty and Kyle.
AGENT JONES
Nicaragua.
Jones presses a button on his remote. The TV switches to

another OIL RIG.
AGENT JONES (CONT'D)

It’s this oil rig. This one. We
need you to dive in and take it
out.
KYLE
An oil rig? That’s just what the
Earth needs.
Jones looks at Smitty a little irritated.
SMITTY
You don’t need to know why. You
just need to do it.
AGENT JONES
Otherwise, the deal shreds. Back to
county and probably get a felony
with that third DUI. Contracting
days will be over as well as your
right to vote and own firearms.
SMITTY
You could start over at Wal-Mart,
or Target. Maybe even write the
great American novel on what it’s
like to be such a loser. “From Navy
SEAL to Roy Munson.”
9.
Kyle looks like he was slapped with a white glove.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Don’t drink on the plane, Krusty.
EXT. COMMERCIAL PLANE, MID AIR - DAY
A 767 cruises high above.
INT. AIRPLANE
Kyle looks out his window through his sunglasses.
He props his sunglasses on top of his head.
A YOUNG BOY looks over his shoulder.
Kyle looks back at him.
YOUNG BOY
Who punched you in the face?
Kyle smiles at the 8 year old and finishes a whiskey.
KYLE
I fell off the Empire State
Building.
BOY’S MOTHER
I’m sorry. (To her son) Don’t be
rude.
Kyle looks back out the window.
INT. BAGGAGE CLAIM, NICARAGUA
Kyle finds his suitcase and makes for the exit.
Not quite sure where to go, he sees a sign: MR. CHARLES. He

goes for the sign.
The sign holder is a tough and rugged male, 30-40s, MECATE.
KYLE
I’m Mr. Charles.
EXT. ARRIVALS - DUSK
A PICKUP TRUCK pulls up.

10.
FRIA, 30s, a fit Hispanic lady drives.
FRIA
How was your flight?
KYLE
Coach. Always pure joy.
She checks him out, then focuses on the road.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Nice down here.
FRIA
Business is booming.
They drive past rows of palm trees.
The sun drops behind the oil rigs in the Pacific.
EXT. MOTEL BUNGALOW
Mecate rolls Kyle’s suitcase into his room.
FRIA
8 am. Okay?
He nods.
KYLE
8 am.
Mecate comes out and they turn for their truck.
Kyle looks around. They leave.
He absorbs his surroundings - takes a deep breath.
Freedom.
EXT. SIDEWALK, TOWN - NIGHT
People walk from shop to shop, bar to bar. Latino music fills
the streets.
It’s a brand new town/tourist attraction with the oil

industry booming on the Pacific. There are dive trips to the
Galapagos. Deep sea fishing trips. Surfing. Night clubs and
bars.
Kyle crosses the street. He has a ball cap, dark linen pants
and a long sleeve linen shirt, sleeves rolled up.
11.
He passes a couple hoppin’ nightclubs and finds an Irish Bar.
INT. IRISH BAR
The WHITE BARTENDER hands Kyle a Guinness.
KYLE
Gracias!
WHITE BARTENDER
I’m fuckin’ Irish mate.
Kyle grins, “Whatever.”
The place is full of multi nationals.
A HOT CHICK looks up from a table a sees Kyle.
Kyle looks around and sips his beer.
The HOT CHICK ignores the rough looking men at her table.
Kyle finishes his beer, puts it on the bar and leaves.
EXT. SIDEWALK
Kyle walks past another club and across the street.
INT. IRISH BAR
The hot chick takes her purse and leaves.
EXT. IRISH BAR
She looks right -
Looks left - across the street, and sees Kyle’s hat.
He walks into -
I/E. TIKI BAR
Kyle grabs a Corona from the bar and finds a table that
overlooks the water.
EXT. TIKI BAR PORCH
Kyle looks at his big dive watch and then out to sea.
12.
SOFIA
Navy SEAL?
Startled, Kyle turns to see -
The hot chick, SOFIA, 30s, long black hair in a pony tail.
She’s dressed in tropical casual.
KYLE
Ha. Why do you ask?
SOFIA
Your watch. I know your type. You
all wear those watches.
KYLE
I’m a diver. Out on the oil rigs.
SOFIA
Most divers don’t have a chest like
you.
KYLE
Good genes.
SOFIA
I bet it’s more than that.
She notices the black eye.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Oh, someone hit you.
She’s too hot to just hit on him. Then again, it’s Nicaragua.
KYLE
Lacrosse ball hit me in the face.
I’m Charles.
They shake hands.
SOFIA
Rough sport. I’m Sofia.
LATER.
They lean on the railing and look out at the oil rig lights.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
You know, this offers Nicaragua
hope again. It’s a blessing. We’ll
be able to shine again.
13.
KYLE
Yeah. Well, I’m looking forward to
doing some FUN diving.
SOFIA
I thought you dove all the time.
KYLE
Yes, but not for fun. The reefs are
in the Caribbean.
SOFIA
So, where are you from?
KYLE
New York.
SOFIA
New York, where?
Kyle smiles.
KYLE
You ask a lot of questions for a -
SOFIA
For a - what?
She cocks her head. “Huh?”
KYLE
Ugh... A prostitute?
She pours her drink on his face, grabs her purse and storms
off.
SOFIA
Try Harvard educated lawyer. Enjoy
Nicaragua.
Stunned, he shrugs it off and looks out to sea.
INT. BUNGALOW - MORNING
Kyle’s phone alarm beeps - he springs up and goes to the

bathroom sink.
He splashes water on his face and looks in the mirror.
His black eye is still there.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

14.
He brushes his teeth and answers the door.
FRIA
Ready?
KYLE
Yeah, come in.
FRIA
Meet us at the truck.
He goes back to the bathroom and spits.
EXT. YACHT, OCEAN
Fria drives the yacht from the bridge.
Kyle has a black dive skin on with a Draeger re-breather.
Fria slows down.
MECATE
Channel marker is right there and
we are 100 meters away.
KYLE
Good.
He walks to the edge with mask and fins in hand. He pops the
mouthpiece in his mouth.
KYLE (CONT'D)
See ya in about 3 minutes.
He jumps in.
I/E. OPEN WATER
UNDERNEATH, he puts his mask on, then his fins. He takes a

compass board out and BREAKS THE SURFACE.
He sees the yacht speed off, lines up the compass to the

channel marker and sinks.
UNDERNEATH
He kicks and follows his compass.
The purr of the yacht’s engines echo.
He kicks further....
15.
... further still...
There’s a line.
It’s the yacht. He looks at his watch and tugs the line.
EXT. YACHT
A bell rings where the line is attached.
Mecate looks up at Fria with a thumbs up.
Fria turns the yacht around.
I/E. OPEN WATER
UNDERNEATH
Kyle sees the bubbles from the engine and resets his watch.
He looks at the compass again and begins kicking.
EXT. CHANNEL MARKER
The yacht idles nearby.
Kyle breaks the surface and swims to the stern with the name:
PARADISE DIVING AND SALVAGE.
Mecate meets Kyle at the stern as he climbs up the latter.
MECATE
We’re gonna do a drive by the
insertion point.
KYLE
Good.
Fria pushes the throttle.
EXT. OIL RIG
The yacht cruises by the same row of oil rigs Smitty

recorded.
Kyle, in sweatshirt, shorts and flip flops on the bridge nods

to the target.
KYLE
It’s that one up there. We need to
be a mile out.
16.
FRIA
Roger.
They drive by. Fria marks a way point and turn away.
INT. PARADISE DIVE SHOP - NIGHT
CLASSROOM
Mecate and Kyle pack explosives into a shape charge. A couple

timers sit on the table.
Kyle cuts a length of -
KYLE
Time fuse back up. One minute each.
If those timers don’t work I’m
igniting this bitch and jumping
right off the rig.
Fria turns on a projector and dims the lights. The blueprints

to the oil rig are projected onto a chalk board.
Kyle sits.
She points a red laser at a Power Point schematic of the rig.
FRIA
This where you put the charge. It’s
the main fuel supply.
KYLE
Then, I’ll see you at extract.
FRIA
Remember, 0730.
Mecate watches Kyle adjust a clock timer for 0730.
KYLE
Right. 0730. If all the timers
fail, I pop the time fuse at seven
729 and swim to extract. You pick
me up and we -
MECATE
Drive north to safe house.
KYLE
Belize. Sounds nice.
FRIA
It is.
17.
Krusty looks at the assault rifle in front of him. The KRISS,

with a silencer.
FRIA (CONT'D)
Have you shot the KRISS?
KYLE
(Smiling)
Yeah. You got a place to sight in?
They look down a hallway at a man size target.
MECATE
That’s a bullet trap. The silencer
works nice.
Kyle AIMS at the head. FIRES.
Three rounds hit the head.
KYLE
I think we’re good.
EXT. MARINA - NIGHT
Kyle and Mecate undo lines on the yacht and jump in.
Fria steers the boat away.
EXT. CABIN
Kyle wears board shorts and a tee shirt. He slips a black

dive skin over his body and tucks in the shorts.
He puts on black canvas boots.
He smears black cammo paint on his face.
He pulls his hood over his head.
He puts on his pistol belt with other pouches on it including

a canteen.
He puts on gloves.
EXT. STERN
The yacht throttles down.
The lights of the oil rigs illuminate the water.

18.
Kyle is all black. The Draeger hangs around his neck. He has
a small black backpack with the KRISS assault rifle bungie
corded to his back and a pistol on his belt.
He looks at the water and the mile swim ahead.
KYLE
Creepy. Never did this alone
before.
Mecate plays with his knife.
MECATE
Don’t let the sharks eat you.
KYLE
Okay, drop dead time 10 o’clock.
Otherwise...
FRIA
Pick you up at tertiary extract. If
that doesn’t work, you’re on your
own.
KYLE
Right.
He puts his mouthpiece in and tightens the head strap.
He shuffles backwards to the edge, gives a half salute wave

and lunges back into the dark water.
He bobs for a moment then disappears.
UNDERWATER
Darkness and bubbles from splashing in. He organizes himself

by shaking any residual air off his body and gear.
Kyle starts the watch on his compass board, finds the right
depth and kicks.
The yacht motors away.
He kicks along his compass bearing and holds the compass

board close and tight, elbows in.
Bioluminescence bounce off his dive skin, mask and board.
Depth gauge on compass board reads: 15 FEET.
Bioluminescence.
Blackness.
19.
It’s quiet. Just his breathing.
He hums The Three Stooges theme and kicks into the void.
EXT. OIL PLATFORM - NIGHT
Machinery echoes off the water with reflecting light. It

works around the clock.
There’s a checkerboard of oil rigs off this Pacific coast.
EXT. UNDERWATER
Kyle follows his compass.
BRIGHT LIGHT fills the water like a boundary.
He kicks through the light and back into darkness. He looks

around. The current is a washing machine.
A piling!
He swims to it and sees the ladder.
The current almost pushes him past it, but he grabs it with
one hand.
The ladder goes deeper down and up. He clings onto it with
his feet and legs as he pulls out a rope.
He carabiners his gear to the ladder. Once the Draeger is

secured with rope and beaner he takes one last breath out of
his Draeger, shuts the mouthpiece and climbs up.
EXT. OIL RIG
Kyle is a shadow.
He steps onto a platform, unslings his KRISS (assault rifle)

and moves towards the stairs.
He diligently looks for the right direction.
He moves up to a T-intersection.
KYLE
(to himself)
Should be...
HE TURNS RIGHT.
20.
More stairs.
He moves up to a lit area.
He checks the iPhone mounted on his wrist with blueprints to

the oil rig on display.
Someone walks across an overhead catwalk.
Kyle sticks to the shadows.
2 PEOPLE TALKING. COMING THIS WAY.
Kyle sinks into a ball in a shadow. His KRISS points out.
They walk by.
He stands back up and stretches his legs and cracks his back.
He checks the iPhone blueprints again and looks around a

corner.
THERE.
THE FUEL AREA.
He creeps up more stairs.
Machinery is loud.
He sneaks behind large tanks. Flammable stickers mark the

area as dangerous.
It’s dark.
He slips off his backpack and waves the fumes away.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Whew.
He feels for a zipper and pulls out SUNGLASSES.
He puts them on.
POV GLASSES: GREEN TINT NIGHT VISION. HE TAKES OUT THE FIRST
EXPLOSIVE AND CHECKS THE TIMER. NOTHING.
KYLE
Whaddya know?!
Someone’s shadow.
Kyle stops.
21.
They walk by.
POV KYLE’S NIGHT VISION: HE HYDROGELS THE FIST EXPLOSIVE TO

THE TANK AND ATTACHES THE TIME FUSE IGNITER.
THEN THE NEXT. HE ATTACHES THE TIME FUSE AS WELL.
He hears SPANISH and tenses up. He waves the fumes away.
Two more workers walk by.
They pass.
He relaxes and props the night vision Oakleys on his head. He

straps the backpack on and grips his KRISS.
He peeks out of his hiding spot.
CLEAR. He moves out.
EXT. CATWALK - NIGHT
Kyle slips into a shadowy area where he can only stand.
He finds another spot where he can sit in the shadows. He

looks at his watch.
EXT. NICARAGUA COAST - SUNRISE
The sun peeks up over Nicaragua and glistens the Ocean.
EXT. CATWALK
Kyle loses his shadow. Looks at his watch.
He looks down to where his gear is underwater.
He looks back toward the FUEL TANKS.
He looks for another hiding spot.
Finds one.
People walk by. The place livens up. He overhears,

“Presidente.”
The sound of machinery.
WORKERS
(Spanish)
Hurry. Hurry.
22.
A helicopter closes in.
KYLE
Presidente?
A second helicopter swoops in with a sniper. It hovers back

off the rig and steadies. The sniper looks for targets.
THE PRESIDENT OF NICARAGUA WALKS OFF THE HELICOPTER WITH HIS

SECURITY TEAM, ASSISTANTS, POLITICIANS AND A PHOTOGRAPHER.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Uh oh.
He greets the CHEVCO OIL RIG CHIEF.
Kyle looks at his watch. 0710.
He sneaks through pipes and narrow walls towards the FUEL

TANKS.
THE SECURITY DETAIL IS ON ALERT. THEY’RE WATCHDOGS.
THE PRESIDENT AND CHEVCO CHIEF TAKE A TOUR.
THE SECURITY TEAM MOVES WITH THEM.
Kyle takes the opportunity to sneak back to the FUEL TANKS.
He moves down a pipe lined hall.
SECURITY AGENT BY THE FUEL TANKS.
Kyle grits his teeth.
HE AIMS THE KRISS AT THE AGENT’S HEAD.
HE SHOOTS WITH A LOUD SNAP, INAUDIBLE WITH THE MACHINERY.
THE MAN DROPS.
Kyle SPRINTS to the agent and drags his body into the hiding
spot behind the tanks.
He looks at his watch: 0727.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Fuck it.
He pulls the first fuse.
It smokes and burns.
He pulls the second fuse.

23.
A SECURITY AGENT WALKS OVER TO WHERE HIS PARTNER STOOD.
SECURITY AGENT
(Spanish)
He’s not here. Wait. What the?
Blood.
He sniffs and follows the scent.
SECURITY AGENT (CONT'D)

(Spanish)
TIME FUSE. I SMELL TIME FUSE!
Kyle pops out and shoots him.
The SNIPER HELO SWOOSHES OVER.
The President’s team franticly reacts. A couple agents bring

him inside to the galley.
The rest of the team looks for Kyle.
The sniper SHOOTS and MISSES.
Kyle ducks behind a corner.
He leans back out and empties a full magazine into the

windshield of the helicopter.
The helicopter loses control.
Kyle turns a corner and BUMPS into a WORKER.
The worker freezes, oblivious to what’s going on, but in

shock at this commando in front of him.
Kyle sees no threat and makes a explosion motion of his hands

and motions to jump of the rig and swim.
KYLE
BOOM. Nececitas jump and nadar (to
swim in Spanish.) AHORA!
The WORKER shudders.
Kyle walks over to the catwalk and throws a leg over it.
A SECURITY AGENT SPOTS HIM.
He grips his mask and rifle close.
KYLE (CONT'D)
VAMANOS AMIGO!
24.
THE AGENT SHOOTS.
KYLE LEAPS OFF THE CATWALK AND PLUNGES EXPERTLY INTO THE
PACIFIC.
The worker looks at the agent, then back at the water.
He sees the agents moving frantically so he moves closer to

the edge of the catwalk.
SECURITY AGENT
(Spanish)
ARE YOU OKAY?
The worker throws his leg over the catwalk.
WORKER
(Spanish)
He said to jump and go swim. BOOM.
The agent stops and thinks.
EXT. UNDERWATER
Kyle secures his mask and bungies the KRISS behind him.
He gets it tight and goes up for air.
EXT. OIL RIG, CATWALK
The worker looks back at the agent.
WORKER
(Spanish)
I’m going to jump.
SECURITY AGENT
Que?!
THE FUEL TANKS EXPLODE.
The worker plunges to the ocean.
The security agent is swallowed in flames.
The helicopter on the helo-pad is engulfed in flames then

explodes.
Kyle dives down.
He swims under the exploding oil rig.

25.
The current pushes him toward his piling.
Metal creaks and whines. More explosions.
Running out of air, he spots his gear.
He swims.
The current heaves him into the piling. He gets control and
grips the piling with his knees. He grabs the mouthpiece,
turns on the air and takes a deep breath. Relief.
EXT. THE SURFACE
The worker swims away in disbelief.
The oil rig is destroyed with everyone on it.
EXT. UNDERWATER
Kyle gives a relaxed kick with his fins and does the final
strap for the re-breather.
The ladder BREAKS off the piling.
Debris fall through the water.
Black oil covers the top of the water.
He maneuvers to the other side of the piling and kicks off.

He follows his compass bearing.
EXT. SURFACE
The oil rig is on fire and crumbles.
A MAJOR OIL SPILL BEGINS.
EXT. UNDERWATER
He kicks. The watch on his compass-board: 0826.
He kicks.
0828.
He kicks.
0830.
26.
He rises slowly.
He stops and does a circle to look at his surroundings. The

visibility is good as the sun rays pierce the water and he
has travelled almost a mile away from the disaster.
Rising up he prepares to tactically PEEK.
His head breaks the surface for his eyes to see.
No yacht.
He does a 360.
No yacht.
The oil rig has helicopters and boats around the scene.
He sinks.
Underwater he kicks and continues his compass bearing.
The water is clear with seventy feet of visibility.
0930.
SURFACE
He PEEKS and looks around.
He’s closer to a barren shore.
Boats, helicopters and rescue boats surround the smoke and

flames of the oil rig.
He looks at his watch.
Still no yacht.
He looks at his O2 gauge. 50 BAR.
He focuses on the PENINSULA ahead and sinks.
He kicks.
The water gets shallow.
He follows the contour of the Earth.
His air runs out.
SURFACE
27.
He takes the mouthpiece out, takes a deep breath and BLOWS

into the Draeger.
UNDERWATER
He kicks.
It’s shallow now. 4 feet.
He sits on the bottom and takes his fins off.
He unbands the KRISS.
SURFACE
He smoothly breaks the surface and hustles to the treeline.
EXT. TREELINE - DAY
The dive skin is bundled with the dive gear under some
vegetation.
There’s nothing around but trees and beach.
He waits in a LINEN SHIRT and BOARD SHORTS. His rifle is

slung behind him. He has his night vision sunglasses.
POV SUNGLASSES: NO NIGHT VISION. IT’S NORMAL SUNGLASS TINT.
He stares at the disaster he caused.
The sun sinks on the Western horizon.
Police boats speed by and patrol everywhere.
No sign of the yacht.
EXT. TREELINE - SUNSET
Kyle leans on a tree and chews on a protein bar and washes it

down with a bottle of water from his backpack.
The disaster gives the sunset an eerie orange and black glow.
A helicopter flies by overhead.
Kyle sits still. No sign of the yacht.
He props the glasses on his head.
He GRUNTS with frustration and puts the bar wrapper in the

backpack with the empty water bottle.
28.
He pulls out a collapsible shovel and digs a hole next to the

dive gear.
EXT. TREELINE - NIGHT
POV KYLE’S GREEN NIGHT VISION. HE PLACES THE GEAR IN THE HOLE
AND FILLS IT.
One last look at the water.
NO YACHT.
EXT. WOODS
Kyle hikes through the vegetation with his backpack on.
EXT. CROSSROAD - NIGHT
The forest is alive.
Sirens in the distance.
He kneels.
A police car drives by with a spot light.
It disappears.
He crosses the street into more forest.
Storm clouds thunder and move in. The rain begins.
EXT. LAKE - NIGHT
The rain is heavier. Krusty marches through large brush.
He finds a cave.
He stops. Takes the backpack off and pulls out the KRISS.
INT. CAVE
Kyle props the night vision on his head and flicks the
tactical light on the gun and clears the cave.
He finds a LARGE SNAKE.
HE SHOOTS IT DEAD. He notices in the recoil the salt water is

gumming up the system.
29.
Thunder and lightening.
He tugs the 8 foot snake to the front of the cave out into
the rain.
KYLE
Gross.
He whips the snake away into the dark.
He unslings his gun and dips it in the freshwater lake.
INT. CAVE
He finishes cleaning the gun with a rag and small bottle of

oil.
He puts it aside and uses his backpack as a pillow and

sleeps.
INT. CAVE - MORNING
Roosters!
They echo through the forest and off the water.
Kyle wakes from an uncomfortable sleep.
KYLE
Morning you bastards.
The rain has stopped. He sits up and looks at the KRISS.
EXT. LAKE
Kyle throws it in the lake a few meters from the shore.
He throws the pistol in the lake.
He throws all his magazines in the lake in the same shallow

area.
He washes the black paint off his face.
He looks through his bag. No weapons.
EXT. ROAD
Kyle puts on the glasses.

30.
POV GLASSES: HE TOUCHES A BUTTON AND IT SWITCHES FROM GREEN

NIGHT VISION TO SUNGLASS TINT.
He walks down the road and decides to hitch-hike.
A pick up truck drives by and picks him up.
KYLE
Rosa Hotel?
The truck arrives and Kyle gets out. He thanks him and gives
the driver 20 bucks. He puts his waterproof wallet in his
pocket and walks down the street. He looks around casually.
The hotel is up the block.
INT. BUNGALOW
Deep breath. He turns on the TV.
His face is the first thing he sees.
KYLE
FUCK!
It’s the news.
He gets his suitcase.
EXT. STREET
The driver’s car is pulled over by police.
A hoard of police cross the street to Krusty’s bungalow.
INT. BUNGALOW
He packs.
The door breaks down.
POLICE SWARM THE ROOM.
Kyle throws his hands up.
POLICE
POLICIA! POLICIA!
KYLE
Guys, it was just hitchhiking.
31.
A policeman SLAMS his buttstock into Kyle’s black eye.
CUT TO:
INT. DUNGEON, NICARGUAN PRISON
A small rat sniffs around the cell floor where a leak streams
down the wall...
It’s solitary confinement.
SLAM! The tray smashes the rat. Kyle’s back is bruised. His
hair is longer.
He flips the rat into the corner with other DEAD RATS with a
newspaper.
Spanish newspapers sit on the floor with titles like, “Oil

Apocalypse.” “Worst Nightmare.” “Death Sentence To
Longworth!” “Horrible Accident, or Conspiracy?” “Did America
Attack Nicaragua?”
The GUARD walks up.
GUARD
Vamanos.
Kyle tosses the paper.
INT. NICARAGUAN PRISON HALL - DAY
The prison is a hybrid of a modern prison and a ghetto. The

hall has multiple levels of cells wall to wall.
The cells erupt in CHEERS, YELLS, and THREATS. The site of

Kyle and FOUR GUARDS enrages the caged animals.
GUARD
You popular assassin.
KYLE
Hasn’t anyone heard of due process?
INT. NEW CELL BLOCK
Kyle is led down another hall.
Newspapers and toilet paper on fire are thrown from all

cells. Trash, sticks, someone’s shoes are thrown at Kyle and
the guards. The bars shake as the people scream threats.
32.
GUARD
They all want to rape you.
KYLE
Good.
They move away from the debris to the door.
A GUARD unlocks the door swiftly to the next CELL BLOCK.
INT. NEW CELL BLOCK
This cell block is more controlled.
Everyone stares at Kyle from their cells. It’s eerily quiet.
Kyle scans for threats. But, shrugs. It’s everywhere.
CELL
The guards politely address Kyle’s cell mate.
GUARD
(Spanish)
Mr. Santiago. Your new cellmate,
The American Assassin.
NICOLAS SANTIAGO, 60, is shorter than Kyle, nowhere near as

built, but looks like he’s made a tough living. He’s very
articulate.
SANTIAGO
(Spanish)
Very well.
KYLE
I’m not an assassin.
The guards usher Kyle inside. He walks in and looks at

Santiago.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Que pasa?
He looks at his bed. Fortunately there are two separate beds

instead of bunk beds. Santiago has a desk with books, pen and
paper, and a statue of the Santa Maria.
KYLE (CONT'D)
This is nicer than solitary.
The guards close the cell and leave.

33.
Santiago sits on the edge of his bed with a newspaper and

smiles.
SANTIAGO
You might want to be.
KYLE
Oh, you speak English. Nice. Might
want to be what?
SANTIAGO
An assassin.
KYLE
Is that right?
SANTIAGO
This place is full of them. None
quite as talented as yourself,
however.
Kyle looks at him and smirks.
KYLE
I didn’t do it.
Santiago belly laughs.
SANTIAGO
I like Americans. You have a very
good sense of humor. Dark and
demented, but very good.
Kyle laughs.
KYLE
I’m Kyle.
SANTIAGO
Kyle Longworth. I know. The paper
also says, “He may respond to
Krusty.”
KYLE
You’re shittin’ me!
Santiago hands him the paper, front page. He takes it and

can’t believe what he’s reading.
SANTIAGO
Mr. Longworth, I’m Nicolas. Nicolas
Santiago.
He holds out his hand and Krusty shakes it.

34.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
They got you pretty good, eh?
Noticing his eye.
KYLE
I guess. It’s been like... Wait,
how long have I been here?
SANTIAGO
One month.
KYLE
Then it’s been like... a month and
two weeks since I got this black
eye. I was in a jail fight in
Virginia Beach. I won though.
Santiago cracks up.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I did though! Like twelve of them.
Then the police here smashed me in
the face with the buttstock of
their rifle.
Santiago looks him over.
SANTIAGO
Navy SEAL too? I believe it.
KYLE
You shouldn’t trust everything
that’s in the paper.
SANTIAGO
I knew I would like you.
He pulls a humidor from under his bed. He passes a cigar to

Kyle and hands him a ZIPPO lighter.
KYLE
Really? Thank you very much, Sir.
Kyle lights it and hands him the lighter.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Very nice to meet you, Mr.
Santiago.
SANTIAGO
Please... Nicolas. As they say,
membership has its privileges.
35.
Kyle sits on his bunk and talks with Santiago.
EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY
Kyle and Santiago walk the perimeter.
SANTIAGO
The jungle beyond the fence is
brutal terrain. One road in. Same
one out. Everything is swamp.
Snakes and nasty things.
Kyle stares out to the jungle.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
What is it?
KYLE
I don’t know. I just don’t get it.
SANTIAGO
Get what?
KYLE
Why I’m here.
SANTIAGO
You killed the President. Others
too. Now there is a big oil spill.
KYLE
(Annoyed)
That’s not what I mean.
The prison compound has ghetto like buildings and some grassy
yards with picnic tables where one gang hangs out. The
basketball court has inmates passing the soccer ball around.
Everyone is Latino except Kyle.
3 LARGE RABID GOONS STARE AT KYLE FROM THE PICNIC TABLES.
KYLE (CONT'D)
What’s this?
SANTIAGO
Gladiators.
KYLE
Huh?
SANTIAGO
They probably want to kill you.
36.
KYLE
For what?
SANTIAGO
Killing the President for one.
KYLE
That makes sense.
SANTIAGO
Or, being white.
KYLE
Shouldn’t they have a more open
mind these days?
SANTIAGO
What do you mean?
KYLE
Nothing. Any advice?
SANTIAGO
Watch out for weapons.
The 3 GOONS walk over.
KYLE
Ah. That’s super. Don’t you have a
posse or something to help me out
here?
Santiago walks over to a friendly group.
SANTIAGO
Time to prove yourself amigo.
Kyle stands with his arms to his side.
KYLE
Great.
A POLICE SNIPER WATCHES.
GOON 1 is thick with sleeves of tattoos and pulls out a large

knife.
GOON 1
(Spanish)
You’re a dead man, Gringo.
KYLE
Don’t you guys speak English?
37.
Kyle looks around. He sees rocks.
GOON 2 has a baseball bat.
GOON 3. Tall and lanky with a Mohawk, has a whip looking

thing. It’s a garden hose with melted ends and bee bees
inside.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Let’s try again. ME KYLE. YOU...
assholes.
They close in. Kyle learned Spanish in high school and can
pick up some words.
GOON 2
(Spanish)
I’m going to open your head,
assassin.
He whacks the bat in his hand.
KYLE
(Spanish)
Goon 3 CHARGES with his whip.
Kyle READIES - athletic stance.
The tall one winds back the whip and SWINGS.
Kyle dodges and attacks his rib cage. He trips him onto the
ground, pounds his rib cage. Goon 3 can’t breathe. Kyle
punches his head and knocks him out. He grabs the whip.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Holy shit! What’s this thing full
of? Bullets? Bee Bees?
Goon 2 and Goon 1 look at each other. Goon 1 nods.
GOON 1
(Spanish)
You beat his head in, I’ll carve
him up.
Goon 2 readies his baseball bat.
Kyle gets used to the weight of the whip.
Goon 2 SWINGS for Kyle’s head.

38.
Kyle dodges, but Goon 2 JABS with the bat and connects to his
black eye and knocks him back.
He shakes it off as best he can and focuses through his good

eye as Goon 2 SWINGS.
Kyle dodges and WHIPS the hose across Goon 2’s knees.
He goes down hard.
POV SNIPER SCOPE: THE POLICE WATCH.
Kyle stands over him and whips him like an abusive father.
Kyle takes the bat.
KYLE
Good ‘ole Louisville.
His vision clears.
He picks up a rock and lobs it in front. Krusty SWINGS the

bat and hits the rock -
The rock SHOOTS past Goon 1.
Goon 1 comes in with his bowie knife.
KYLE (CONT'D)
If you understand English, you
better stay away from me with that
big fuckin’ knife.
GOON 1 SHOOTS IN, KNIFE FIRST.
HE HITS KYLE AND CUTS HIS CHEST.
Cheers from everyone who watches. The place is mobbed with

spectators.
Kyle picks up another rock. He FAKES a throw - Goon 1

FLINCHES.
Krusty pitches the rock into his face. His nose explodes and
he falls on his rear.
Kyle SHOOTS in and controls the knife.
He wraps his legs around his arm and tightens his grip quick.
The man struggles.
The crowd cheers and yells.

39.
The knife drops.
KYLE BREAKS HIS ARM.
POV SNIPER SCOPE: KRUSTY BREAKS GOON 1’S ARM.
Santiago smiles and claps.
The men at the picnic table are anxious, but don’t know what
to do.
Goon 3 comes to.
Krusty picks up the bat.
GUARD TOWER - The guard SHOOTS into the trees.
The gunshot echoes across the jungle.
Everyone FREEZES in the yard.
Kyle drops the bat and puts his hands up.
INT. SOILTARY
It’s dark. Kyle walks in. The only light comes from the door.
KYLE
Ah, come on! They started it!
The door SLAMS and LOCKS.
He hears a rat.
KYLE (CONT'D)
This sucks.
EXT. OIL RIG ROW, PACIFIC COAST
The oil spill is worse, but contained.
Boats cordoned off the perimeter of the spill. Helicopters

roam the zone.
INT. SOILTARY
A rat sniffs a leak that runs down the wall.
SLAM! Kyle smashes the rat with his tray. He kicks the rat
into a pile of other rats.
40.
There’s a crack of light in the cell. The place looks awful.
Kyle inspects the cut on his chest. It looks infected and

stings.
He looks at the cardboard bed and blanket. He sobs into his

hands.
INT. SOILTARY
KYLE THROWS UP IN HIS TOILET.
INT. SOILTARY
KYLE SITS MISERABLY ON THE TOILET (DIARRHEA).
INT. SOLITARY CELL
KYLE sleeps on his cardboard and blanket.
CUT TO:
EXT. FALLUJAH, IRAQ, 2004 - DAY
MARINES have a city block cordoned off with HUMMVEs, .50 Cals
and troops.
SEALs drag some WOUNDED INSURGENTS into -
INT. STORE, FALLUJAH
SMITTY in full gear and baseball cap that says “INFIDEL,”

nods to the SEALS with the wounded. The SEALS are all dressed
for combat. Digital cammies and slightly different gear for
different specialties, for example, a radioman with a
backpack and antennae sticking out of it. A Breacher has
different pouches for explosives and a sledgehammer on his
back. A squad machine gunner carries a SAW, or squad
automatic weapon with pouches for more boxes of 200 rounds
around the waist.
SMITTY
Them too. Set ‘em up on the counter
lookin’ towards the door.
Smitty walks outside.

41.
EXT. STORE, FALLUJAH
Kyle runs across the street past a Marine tank.
Smitty waves him over.
SMITTY
Good job. How many were there?
KYLE
6 snipers. 2 machine gunners.
SMITTY
Could be another Bronze Star.
Smitty tugs his RADIOMAN and takes the hand mic.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Go inside and help the others.
Kyle nods. Smitty talks into the receiver.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Roger. Negative. That’s a
graveyard. Next to the wall, south
side.
INT. STORE, FALLUJAH
Kyle walks in.
SEAL 1 throws up.
SEAL 2 chops off a head, picks it up and sets it next to 3

other INSURGENTS HEADS. One eyeball stares at the ceiling.
KYLE
What the fuck?!
SEAL 2
What?
KYLE
Whaddya mean, what? What the fuck
are you doing, dude?
SEAL 2
Psy Ops. Smitty’s orders.
BACK TO:
42.
INT. SOILTARY - PRESENT
Kyle snaps awake and gets to the toilet. Very sick, he

unloads.
He wipes, turns around and throws up as he flushes.
He throws up AGAIN.
He sits back on the toilet.
Cockroaches climb over his tray.
EXT. OIL RIG ROW, PACIFIC COAST
The oil spill is contained by nets and boats.
DESTROYED OIL RIG UNDERWATER
REPORTER (O.S.)
Divers have officially clamped off
the leak.
Divers with lights on their helmets weld shut a broken pipe

where oil flowed for weeks. The water is dark.
REPORTER (CONT'D)
Chevco’s role has officially
changed with the new President
Carlos Garcia now in office.
Chevco, which was only allowed to
pump oil and ship everywhere but
America, has just made a new deal
with America as Chevco is flipping
the bill for the cleanup.
INT. SOILTARY
The door OPENS. Light shines on a pile of rats.
Kyle lies in the fetal position with a blanket over his torso
and head.
GUARD
Vamanos Assassin.
Kyle rolls on his back. He tugs the blanket off his face.
He has a beard. His black eye is faded. He’s thinner.

43.
INT. SANTIAGO’S CELL BLOCK
A guard opens the cell door as the other 3 watch Kyle.
SANTIAGO
(Spanish)
Bring him some good food. (English)
Solitary always changes the soul.
KYLE
And the immune system. I need
antibiotics. Bad.
He takes off his shirt and shows him his infected white pus
knife wound.
Santiago GASPS and moves to the door.
SANTIAGO
(Spanish)
Guard!
A guard turns.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
(Spanish)
Get this man some medical
attention. Now!
INT. MEDICAL
A NURSE sticks a needle into Kyle’s chest.
INT. KYLE AND SANTIAGO’S CELL
Kyle sleeps on his bed.
A guard opens the door.
Santiago stands and accepts a box of purified water.
The door closes and he places the box under Kyle’s bed.
INT. CIA HQ, LANGLEY - DAY
SMITTY
What should we do?
Jones squeezes a stress ball.

44.
AGENT JONES
We’ll try it again. Otherwise, get
a team ready.
Smitty gives him a stern look with a half nod and leaves.
INT. KYLE AND SANTIAGO'S CELL
Kyle is awake and downs a bottle of water.
KYLE
Nic. I owe you, friend.
SANTIAGO
That’s good to hear. I’m sure
something will come up.
Kyle opens another bottle and drinks.
KYLE
Nicolas. I didn’t want to fuck up
Nicaragua. I was in jail for drunk
driving... again. My life is so
fucked. These people offered me a
suicide mission that would fix my
life. My ex ran away with my
daughter before she was born a few
years ago. It’s been driving me
crazy ever since.
Santiago listens and understands.
SANTIAGO
Krusty. There isn’t anything I
wouldn’t do for my daughter. The
bonds are tight, even if you never
met.
KYLE
Yeah. Maybe. Her head is probably
being filled with poison. I don’t
even know my court date.
SANTIAGO
Don’t expect much. If you’re people
are CIA, most likely you’re left
her to rot.
KYLE
Bullshit.
Santiago raises his eyebrows.

45.
EXT. OIL SPILL - DAY
The cleanup looks massive and expensive. It’s a gigantic

operation full of boats, helicopters, small planes and
various personnel.
Private security, the Blackwaters of maritime cruise around

in fast boats with machine guns. Guys with Oakleys, cool
tattoos and guns enjoy the breeze.
EXT. CHEVCO PRESS CONFERENCE
GABRIEL ZABKA, 50, the CHEVCO CEO is a tall, menacing looking

man of dark hair in an expensive suit addresses the audience.
GABRIEL
Chevco is more than happy and ready
to help Nicaragua through this oil
nightmare. I mean, if anyone knows
a thing or two about oil spills,
it’s Chevco, right?
Gabriel laughs at his own joke. Reporters awkwardly join in.
A bell RINGS.
SANTIAGO
I’m going to get some fresh air.
Would you like to come?
Kyle holds his chest while lying down.
KYLE
I think about one more day of rest
should do it. Thanks.
Santiago nods.
INT. TELEPHONE ROOM
Santiago is in a private room on the phone.
SANTIAGO
(Spanish)
Thank you my sweet. I love you.
He hangs up.
46.
EXT. PRISON YARD
Santiago walks outside and soaks in the sun and fresh air.
He looks at the perimeter fence and a casual glance down to

the gang he is familiar with. SANTIAGO’S GUYS.
They pay attention to him with respect as he talks to them in

a somewhat casual manner.
EXT. JUNGLE - DUSK
The vegetation is thick. There’s a river nearby.
Blending in to the environment sits a WAREHOUSE.
INT. WAREHOUSE
A SEXY woman straps her pistol holster on her leg. She has
cammo pants and a green shirt.
She picks up an assault rifle and turns around.
IT’S SOFIA (from the Irish Bar.)
A MILITIA (or drug cartel) organizes weapons, ammo and

vehicles.
There are JEEPS and SUVs, pallets of cocaine, a recreation

area, INTEL OFFICE, a weapons locker and a kitchen.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
Everyone get ready. Make sure the
explosives are enough for the
breach.
A RUGGED LOOKING DUDE loads an RPG into an SUV.
RUGGED DUDE
(Spanish)
The rain is picking up.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
That’s good for us. Moving out in
ten minutes.
47.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD - DUSK
Four JEEPS and SUVs move out through rugged terrain in a

downpour.
INT. PRISON HALL
Santiago walks back to his cell.
Kyle is still asleep when Santiago enters.
Santiago plugs in an electric tea kettle.
He puts a tea bag in a medium size metal cup and waits for
the boil. He crosses his legs on his bed and picks up a book.
INT. BOILER ROOM
SANTIAGO’S GUYS WHEEL IN LAUNDRY BASKETS FULL OF FERTILIZER.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD
Sofia’s motorcade approaches the prison. Thunder and

lightening. The rain is heavy.
INT. GOON 1’S CELL
The behemoth lies in his bed with a cast on his arm.
Goon 2 paints a picture of the view of the forest from the

prison.
The tall, lanky Goon’s feet hang off the bed.
His door opens.
He sits up immediately, holds his rib cage and listens.
Screams and yells get closer. Faster.
The echo of a metal door SLAMS OPEN.

48.
It’s a RIOT.
Goon 3 picks up his garden hose weapon and stands up.
THE RIOT FLOODS THE CELL BLOCK.
SANTIAGO’S GUYS FIGHT EVERYONE.
A couple inmates stand in front of Goon 3’s door.
GOON 3 WHIPS THE FIRST ONE IN THE HEAD. HE GOES DOWN HARD.
EXT. WALL OF THE BOILER ROOM
AN EXPLOSION BLOWS THROUGH THE WALL.
EXT. GUARD TOWERS
The guards duck.
Kyle pops up.
KYLE
What the fuck was that?
Santiago drinks his tea.
SANTIAGO
I believe it was the boiler room.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD, PRISON ROAD - NIGHT
Sofia’s group pulls over and configures the vehicles so they

can leave the prison quick.
Two teams of two shoot out towards the guard towers.
Another team of two moves to the prison wall.
EXT. RPG TEAM 1
A man aims the RPG at the guard tower and FIRES.
RPG TEAM 2 FIRES FROM THEIR POSITION.
The guard towers are taken out.

49.
EXT. PRISON WALL
Sofia drives an JEEP right up to the wall. She gets out.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
200 feet!
Her partners touch a button on the BREACH CHARGE in the trunk

and they SPRINT BACK TO THE SUVs.
KYLE
This place is going nuts.
Santiago sips his tea.
SANTIAGO
Happens all the time. Every month
or two. Would you like some tea?
EXT. JEEP STAGING AREA, JUNGLE ROAD
Sofia and her team watch the wall. An SUV is parked next to
the wall.
EXT. PRISON WALL
THE SUV EXPLODES AND BLOWS A HOLE THROUGH THE PRISON WALL.
Sofia and her team sprint towards it, weapons ready.
BOOM. The prison shakes.
Santiago cheerfully puts his cup down.
SANTIAGO
The only difference with this riot
is, we’re getting out.
KYLE
Excuse me?
SANTIAGO
We’re breaking out.
50.
KYLE
I have to do court.
Santiago laughs.
SANTIAGO
For an assassin of your caliber,
you can really be quite naive.
KYLE
Thank you.
Kyle sips tea.
SANTIAGO
Even if there is no evidence,
you’re a white American in
Nicaragua. Guilty.
The cell doors open throughout the cell block.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
How do you feel?
KYLE
Okay. Better. You’re talking about
me being an international fugitive.
SANTIAGO
Staying here is a death sentence,
my friend. Look at you. You’re
getting thin. You’ve been sick. I
had to make them give you medical
attention.
Santiago puts on his shoes.
KYLE
How did you do that, by the way?
SANTIAGO
Membership has its privileges.
KYLE
Gotcha.
Kyle looks at him put on his second shoe.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I just...
Kyle stands up and stretches. The RIOT gets louder as all the
doors are open.
51.
SANTIAGO
Krusty, you have to make a
decision. Stay here and rot. Or,
come with me, and I promise, I will
help you meet your daughter.
Kyle’s face becomes focused.
EXT. PRISON WALL
Sofia and her men enter the Prison Yard through the hole.
INMATES BUST THROUGH DOUBLE DOORS AND SEE THE HOLE IN THE
WALL. A GLIMPSE OF FREEDOM.
SOFIA SHOOTS WARNING SHOTS.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
Stay back!
Curses and threats are yelled back.
INT. SANTIAGO’S CELL BLOCK
Kyle collects himself. Shoes, pants, shirt.
KYLE
Ready.
Santiago’s men bring weapons. SOMEONE hands Krusty a baseball

bat.
SOMEONE
American baseball for the American
Assassin.
KYLE
He takes the bat.
SANTIAGO
We’re going to the Prison Yard.
They wait for us at the wall.
A couple inmates run forward. Full of adrenaline, Kyle gets

his strength back.
KYLE
What about the snipers?
52.
SANTIAGO
You heard the explosions, right?
Kyle nods.
KYLE
Fine. We’re smashing our way out.
He leads the way through the doors.
HALLWAY
The RIOT is a melee. Santiago’s men rush past Kyle and fight
multiple prisoners/rival gang members.
Kyle threatens anyone that looks at him with the bat.
INT. GOON 3'S CELL
Goon 3 holds a long straw with a finger on one end. He SNORTS

a big line of cocaine.
His eyes ENERGIZE.
HE GIVES A WAR CRY and WHIPS his hose against the wall.
He charges out of his cell and looks for targets.
He sees an INMATE and WHIPS HIM.
INT. PRISON HALLWAY
Kyle faces a guy with a big shank.
Kyle WAILS his shoulder with the bat. The shank and man drop.
There’s a path through the fighting that leads them into -
THE NEXT CELL BLOCK
Cells are on fire. Total mayhem. Kyle leads with the bat.
Threats are everywhere and dealt with immediately.
INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY
Santiago is protected by his men.
Kyle STRIKES ANOTHER INMATE out cold.
ANOTHER ONE with the bat.

53.
SANTIAGO
Cafeteria. Then, the yard.
Kyle nods and busts through the double doors.
INT. CAFETERIA
INMATES raid the kitchen. Others fight in various spots.
The double doors to the PRISON YARD are open.
GOON 3 BUSTS THROUGH ANOTHER PAIR OF DOORS.
He WHIPS the first person in front of him. Others move away.
Kyle locks eyes with him immediately.
He looks for his buddies.
There are none.
Goon 3 looks tall and evil like Richard Ramirez, The Night
Stalker. He blocks their way to the Yard.
Goon 3 throws a plastic chair at Kyle - Kyle SWINGS and

smashes the chair to bits.
He goes after Goon 3.
Goon 3 charges Kyle and WHIPS his hands.
Kyle drops the bat -
KYLE
YEAOH! SHIT! OUCH THAT FUCKING
HURTS. GOD DAMN IT!
He rubs his hands.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Jesus man. That thing fucking
hurts.
Goon 3 moves him away from the bat.
HE MOVES FAST ON KYLE AND SWINGS HIS HOSE. HIS EYES ARE ON
FIRE.
HE WHIPS KYLE AGAIN.
Kyle yells/grunts in pain, then grabs a chair and hurls it

into the oncoming hose.
54.
Goon 3 follows through. Kyle front KICKS him in the stomach

and uppercuts him.
He tackles him onto his back and pounds his face in.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You evil bastard. That fucking
hurts!
He punches Goon 3 out useless.
Santiago’s men are by the door.
SANTIAGO’S MAN
(Spanish)
Mr. Santiago. They are here. Hurry.
Santiago hustles to the doors. Kyle picks up the bat and

joins Santiago.
I/E. PRISON YARD DOOR/CAFETERIA - NIGHT
A small group of armed militia hustle through the rain to

greet Santiago.
SOFIA
FATHER!
SANTIAGO
Sofia! You shouldn’t have come
yourself.
He hugs Sofia as she glimmers with beauty in the rain.
SOFIA
We have to go. The Army has been
informed.
Kyle can’t believe his eyes.
KYLE
Sofia? From the Irish Bar?
SOFIA
Yes. Charles, right? Or, is it Kyle
Longworth, Navy SEAL? Callsign
Krusty, now internationally wanted
assassin?
KYLE
I’m NOT an assassin!
55.
SOFIA
Let’s go!
They race through the rain to the prison wall.
Power fails in half the prison. Fires erupt. The sound of

chaos echoes.
EXT. PRISON WALL - NIGHT
Two men hold security at the large hole in the wall while
Sofia leads Kyle and her father through.
Once through, the guards shoot warning shots at the prisoners

and turn to follow Sofia.
EXT. THE VEHICLES, JUNGLE
Santiago’s militia group fill in the 3 JEEPs and drive away.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD - NIGHT
The JEEPs speed through the muddy road.
INT. MIDDLE JEEP
Kyle breathes heavy.
KYLE
I think that bastard cracked my
ribs. God damn it!
SANTIAGO
Small price to pay for freedom.
Very good job by the way.
KYLE
What?
SANTIAGO
Back there. Impressive stuff. Your
will to survive. Not to lose. It’s
impressive.
KYLE
It’s called being American.
Kyle laughs in pain and Santiago joins him.

56.
EXT. PRISON YARD
The prisoners realize no one guards the wall.
They cautiously inspect the hole.
Suddenly, they exit.
Word passes through the prison.
More prisoners escape.
Then, a flock of prisoners flood the hole.
EXT. JUNGLE WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
The garage doors close and the warehouse blends in with the
environment.
INT. JUNGLE WAREHOUSE
Kyle walks out of the bathroom and holds his rib cage.
KYLE
I need ice.
SOFIA
We can do that at the ranch.
The last of the militia put weapons away and say goodbye to
Santiago and Sofia.
They get in a JEEP and leave out of the garage door. The door
closes automatically behind them. It’s still dark outside.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Are you guys ready? We need to
leave before sun up.
Kyle nods.
SANTIAGO
Vamanos.
Sofia tosses Kyle a rain jacket.
EXT. JUNGLE - PREDAWN
Still raining, Sofia leads Kyle and Santiago through a path

with a flashlight.
57.
They come up to a barn.
EXT. BARN
The roof OPENS UP.
A HELICOPTER rises up through the trees and flies off.
The roof closes.
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
Kyle sleeps on his stomach. The sun shines through the half
closed drapes.
He wakes up. Rubs his eyes.
He tries to roll, HE MOANS IN PAIN HOLDING HIS RIBS.
A MAID comes in this large bedroom.
MAID
(heavy accent)
You okay? What can I do?
KYLE
Got ice? Big bag?
MAID
Un momento.
She hustles out.
INT. BEDROOM
With towels under him to absorb dripping water, Kyle is

propped up on pillows with a large bag of ice on his rib
cage. There’s a coffee tray on the bed with him and he has
the remote to a large LCD TV and watches the news.
VIDEO: A CELL PHONE RECORDING FROM POLICE. A ROCKET HITS A

GUARD TOWER. THE BOILER ROOM BLOWS UP. AN EXODUS OF
PRISONERS.
REPORTER
Ninety percent of the prisoners
have escaped.
The maid comes in with a tray of breakfast - eggs, bacon,

orange, avocado, pineapple, and toast.
58.
REPORTER (CONT'D)
This is a prison where most of the
prisoners are violent offenders of
all types. Many are connected to
rival drug cartels. Kyle Longworth
was being held there and is now
missing.
KYLE
Oh my God -ugh -
Moans in pain and holds his ribs. He carefully adjusts his

position for the food.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Looks fantastic. Gracias very much.
Mucho gracias.
The maid leaves.
THE NEWS REPORTS ON THE OIL SPILL.
EXT. MANSION POOL - DAY
Kyle sits under an umbrella at a table by the pool. He reads

a MEN’S JOURNAL. HIS BLACK EYE IS GONE.
The maid walks over and delivers more magazines.
MAID
More magazines.
KYLE
Thank you.
She picks up the breakfast dishes.
MAID
Anything else?
KYLE
May I have another coffee?
MAID
Yes.
Kyle thumbs through the new magazines. Popular Science,

Travel, etc.
Santiago walks out.
SANTIAGO
May I join you?
59.
KYLE
Nicolas, this is your place.
Besides, if it wasn’t for you, and
your daughter, I’d be locked up
with gang green and disintary.
Santiago smiles.
SANTIAGO
I was hoping we could talk of our
arrangement.
Kyle puts down the magazine.
KYLE
What do you have in mind?
Santiago takes a breath and gets comfortable.
SANTIAGO
House cleaning.
KYLE
House cleaning? You’ve got some
pretty good maids for that.
SANTIAGO
Of the political nature.
Kyle frowns.
KYLE
I’m not an assassin man. I’m
serious. Yes, I have a certain
skill set. I was in a bad place and
an opportunity arose to serve my
country. At least, I thought so.
SANTIAGO
And, where is your country now?
Kyle stares at him. He crosses his arms wincing in pain.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
I can protect you. You can stay
here and no one will know. It will
be hard to go anywhere else as you
are the world’s number one
fugitive.
KYLE
Yeah. I saw my face next to Bin
Laden. Ridiculous. I’m even friends
with the guy that shot him.
(MORE)
60.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I, however, went another direction.
I thought I was a fucking loser
before this stupid operation.
SANTIAGO
For what you did, it’s not that
ridiculous.
KYLE
Where’s the evidence anyway?
SANTIAGO
In Nicaragua, you don’t need
evidence. Just emotion.
KYLE
What is it exactly that you do to
be able to afford a place like
this?
SANTIAGO
Big business.
KYLE
Cocaine.
Santiago shrugs.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I like cocaine. Ironic. It’s how I
lost my career in the Teams. Too
much party time. Ironic.
SANTIAGO
That is the main income, yes.
KYLE
I do find it funny that if a
country has a commodity that could
make them rich, one that everyone
wants, or at least many people, our
politicians will create laws to
make it illegal and wars to destroy
that country. Then you find out
these people do cocaine or their
family traffics it, or whatever.
SANTIAGO
That is true. I have other
projects. Philanthropy. Save the
Trees. Save the Pandas. Save the
Jaguars. My main interest is
politics. I was thrown in prison by
the nephew of a competitor.
(MORE)
61.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
That nephew, thanks to you, is the
new President of Nicaragua.
KYLE
Nice. The one that I killed
wouldn’t trade oil with America,
so... fuck. I was used to place
this guy in and no look at that!
Nicaragua is trading oil with
America.
SANTIAGO
That is the house cleaning we are
talking about.
Kyle stares at him.
KYLE
You want me to take out the
President of Nicaragua... AGAIN?
SANTIAGO
It would please me.
KYLE
You gotta be kidding me.
SANTIAGO
Would it not be even more
interesting if the very same people
that used you for that
assassination are also profiting
off the clean up?
KYLE
What do you mean?
SANTIAGO
I mean those CIA agents that hired
you, must be profiting off the oil
cleanup. American companies are all
over the water now cleaning up.
They’re here to rescue our
environment.
KYLE
Interesting. The crew that was
supposed to extract me never
showed. Then I saw my face all over
the news. I knew I shouldn’t have
gone back to that bungalow for my
things, but my passport was there,
and... and those mother fuckers,
Smitty and Jones set me up.
(MORE)
62.
KYLE (CONT'D)
And Smitty and I were in Iraq
together! We were SEALs together!
We were in combat together!
SANTIAGO
Money corrupts and so does the CIA.
KYLE
You know what I discovered last
time I was in Iraq?
SANTIAGO
Tell me.
KYLE
Tons of chemical weapons. Skull and
crossbones stickers with the label:
MADE IN THE USA.
SANTIAGO
I am not surprised. Remember Iran
Contra?
KYLE
Yes, but I was a kid.
SANTIAGO
The CIA ran cocaine to America and
sent weapons to Iran to support the
Iraq-Iran War. At the same time
they armed the Communist
Sandinistas and the contras
fighting for freedom.
KYLE
You know, with the world run by
corruption, and it seems to me,
America leads the way, the cup will
get so full and the people will
eventually have to clean up the
mess.
SANTIAGO
You’re exactly correct.
They puff their cigars.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
Jones I have heard of. Smitty, I
have not. I’m sure you are aware
the cartels have very efficient
intelligence networks.
63.
KYLE
I am aware of that.
SANTIAGO
So, let’s make a deal, yes?
KYLE
House cleaning.
SANTIAGO
I will have my people find out
everything on Jones and Smitty. We
will expose their corruption which
should open the door to your
freedom. This new Presidente, he
works for the Garcia Cartel and
therefore the CIA, most likely,
this Jones character. They will
destroy my business which puts my
entire family in jeopardy.
Kyle puffs his cigar and drinks some lime water.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
I will also help locate your
daughter and make some deal for you
to have a relationship with her.
Kyle puffs again.
KYLE
No offense, it seems like every
time I work for someone, that’s
always the same promise.
SANTIAGO
I am a man of my word. Loving Sofia
as I do, I can only imagine what
pain must be in your heart.
Kyle looks him in the eye.
KYLE
You’ve got a deal.
He reaches for Santiago’s hand and they shake.
CUT TO:
64.
EXT. THE FARM, VIRGINIA - DAY
This is a CIA training facility for operatives. Smitty

observes a tactical team training close quarters combat in
the KILL HOUSE.
INT. KILL HOUSE
A KILL HOUSE is a training house for SPECIAL OPERATIONS

units.
A TACTICAL TEAM moves swiftly through the house. They shoot

targets accurately.
EXT. KILL HOUSE
The team walks out of the front door casually, weapons slung.
Everyone works in civilian clothes and their own custom
tactical gear. Everyone has their own style, goatee,
mustache, chewing tobacco, tattoos and muscles. This is an
Alpha Male environment.
Everyone grabs a bottle of water or protein drinks from a

cooler off the porch.
NEWT, 30s, an operator with a blonde buzz cut and short beard
slings his M-4 behind him, grabs a water bottle and pulls a
sandwich out of his bag and takes a bite.
NEWT
So, who are we training for again?
SMITTY
That’s confidential, Newt, for now.
CLUTCH
We know it’s a Spanish speaking
country. My guess, Krusty.
CLUTCH, 30s, is a little shorter than Newt with mustache and

firm build. He spits tobacco into an empty bottle.
NEWT
Clutch, you’re gonna lose your
mouth one day. Are we really going
after one of our own?
CLUTCH
Last I heard he was in jail for a
DUI down at the beach. How does he
wind up in Nicaragua?
65.
NEWT
Good question. Another one. What’s
he done to America? And, why are we
not rescuing him?
SMITTY
How about killing the President of
a foreign sovereign nation and
destroying international relations
which have already been tense.
CLUTCH
So, it is Krusty.
Newt and Clutch laugh.
NEWT
Blowing up an oil rig is pretty
tough to do from a Virginia Beach
jail.
SMITTY
It’s complicated.
NEWT
Seems pretty simple to me. We hired
him to do a job. Something
happened. We fucked him over.
SMITTY
It’s complicated and classified.
NEWT
The guy’s a party animal. If he’s
mixed up in some international plot
while he was in jail for drunk
driving -
CLUTCH
Again.
SMITTY
Whatever you think. We have orders.
CLUTCH
I know Krusty and I know he
wouldn’t have done something to be
more wanted than Bin Laden. The
whole thing stinks.
SMITTY
Since your feelings are compromised
on the matter, feel free to leave.
66.
NEWT
Fuck you, Smitty. He was your
teammate too. I better not find out
he was set up.
Newt and Clutch grab their weapons and gear and walk to their
car.
SMITTY
Everyone is replaceable.
He turns back to the team.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Get back to work.
BACK TO:
EXT. SANTIAGO MANSION - DAY
Kyle walks with Sofia around the property.
KYLE
From the SEAL Teams to a drug
cartel. My career path just keeps
getting more interesting.
SOFIA
Some legal advice, don’t call
yourself drug cartel advisor or
anything. Stick with mercenary.
KYLE
Even that’s taboo. Independent
Security Contractor.
SOFIA
Why?
KYLE
I don’t know. They don’t like the
name mercenary.
SOFIA
But, that’s what you guys are. You
drive around Iraq or Afghanistan
with guns, right?
KYLE
Yeah.
SOFIA
That’s a mercenary!
67.
KYLE
What do I know? I just DO. In
America everyone gets tired of what
they’re called. They take offense
and then call themselves something
else.
SOFIA
Like what?
KYLE
Like, stewardess. Steward. Now they
are all flight attendants.
Sofia laughs.
SOFIA
That’s right. What else?
KYLE
You went to school there, right?
SOFIA
Double degree from Pepperdine and a
law degree from Harvard.
KYLE
Holy shit! I played lacrosse for
Hobart, upstate New York. We beat
Harvard.
SOFIA
I remember. Tell me more.
KYLE
Okay, how about janitor. All of a
sudden a guy who cleans toilets is
an engineer. Custodial Engineer.
I’m no engineer. Why is he an
engineer?
SOFIA
(laughing)
It’s true.
KYLE
Did you know they want to get rid
of the word, retard?
SOFIA
I heard something. What are they
going to replace it with.
68.
KYLE
Socially handicapped.
SOFIA
Really?
KYLE
Yeah. I have a lot or socially
handicapped friends, but none of
them are retarded.
SOFIA
So true. There are socially
handicapped people all over
Harvard.
They laugh together.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Americans are so caught up worrying
about their identities than they
are preserving their freedom.
KYLE
Well, I can tell you Sofia, call me
whatever you want, I’m only worried
about my freedom. And mercenaries
fight for other countries.
Contractors work for their own
countries.
SOFIA
That’s a very thin line.
They pass a huge garden and walk to a barn ahead.
KYLE
Sorry for thinking you were a
prostitute.
SOFIA
It’s okay. I’m not apologizing for
tossing my drink in your face.
KYLE
Fair enough. Who would have known
you were the heir to a successful
drug cartel?
They reach the barn.
SOFIA
Women like me need love too.
69.
KYLE
Try Match.com. Sofia Santiago. Tag
line, “Wanna Party?” Drug cartel
heiress, Harvard educated lawyer,
runs militia in her spare time and
keeps the drug cartel out of legal
trouble. Loves salsa music. Nothing
intimidating to the average Joe out
there.
SOFIA
There was certainly no one like me
at Harvard, or Pepperdine. Maybe
Pepperdine. But, I made friends.
It’s like I would go around telling
people exactly who my father is.
Just that I love him so much and he
does international trading. Here
are the horses.
They walk around to the fence. It’s a large plot for the
horses to relax and graze.
KYLE
Pretty lucky, your father and I in
the same cell, right?
SOFIA
For all your talent, you’re very
naive. It wasn’t luck. He arranged
it after I told him I met you.
That strikes Kyle.
KYLE
(sarcastic)
Oh yeah, I knew that.
EXT. DIRT ROAD
Sofia and Kyle gallop on their horses.
INT. WAREHOUSE, INTEL ROOM
The lights are dim. Sofia has a clicker to a projector and a

picture on the wall of -
SOFIA
CARLOS GARCIA. Nephew of drug lord
DIEGO FLORES of the Flores Cartel.
CARLOS GARCIA is a slender man, dark hair and well dressed.

70.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
The Flores Cartel was the main
supplier of cocaine for the CIA
during Iran-Contra.
KYLE
No shit.
SOFIA
My father did too. But, they were
number one.
She clicks to a picture of Garcia walking down courthouse

stairs.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Like me, Carlos grew up rich and
became a lawyer. His father wanted
him to move into politics, so he
did. That’s when he stabbed my
father in the back and had him
thrown in jail.
KYLE
Let me guess, lock up the
competitor and gain political
influence.
SOFIA
Exactly. But, it may go deeper than
that.
She clicks to a boat yard.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Flores owns an ocean salvage
company. They are very busy
cleaning up your oil spill. And,
you know who’s filling the
President’s shoes?
KYLE
Carlos Garcia.
SOFIA
President Carlos Garcia. Now, the
United States has an oil agreement,
which they did not before.
KYLE
Interesting.
71.
SOFIA
That’s right. You are the pawn that
made this happen.
KYLE
I’m no pawn.
SOFIA
It seems you are.
KYLE
Clearly I’m an integral piece of
the whole operation.
SOFIA
That’s right. Without you, this
couldn’t have happened. They had to
sacrifice a pawn to make a lot of
dirty money.
KYLE
Yeah, but I’m the pawn that got
across the board and turned into a
Queen.
SOFIA
A queen, huh?
KYLE
Well, more like a Bishop and Rook
put together. But, clearly a guy. A
very masculine, handsome male queen
guy.
SOFIA
You are very funny, Krusty. It’s a
good sign of intelligence.
Sofia shakes her head with a smile.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
We want to expose this to the
Nicaraguan people. In doing this,
you might be able to save your own
ass.
KYLE
What do you mean?
72.
SOFIA
If we can expose this conspiracy
and prove you were a PAWN used by
your own government, you may be
forgiven as it was our government
you were working for, as well. Our
government, sacrificed itself for
the CIA and power by allowing you
to blow up the rig and kill the
president while he was visiting. A
visit, by the way, only few people
knew about. The CIA should have
known nothing about it.
KYLE
(Matter of factly)
Very interesting. How can we
actually prove all this?
SOFIA
I have my own GEEK SQUAD. They will
find the shell companies, the
companies behind the companies and
connect them to whomever made these
decisions. Even if that’s your
Smitty, Jones, senators or
representatives themselves. Even if
it was your own President.
KYLE
Holy shit!
CUT TO:
EXT. AIRSTRIP, LANGELY - NIGHT
A C-17 is loaded. A TACTICAL TEAM walks onto the plane with

backpacks. Smitty and Jones are last.
BACK TO:
INT. SANTIAGO MANSION, DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Wine, ham, chicken, a large dinner is served by the maids.
Santiago, Sofia, a 2 other Nicaraguan men and Kyle enjoy

dinner.
PUMA, 40, is fit and tattooed.
PELOTAS, 30, is fit and tattooed.

73.
SOFIA
Puma here runs most of the tactical
operations.
PUMA
Hello, Krusty.
KYLE
Hey there.
SOFIA
And Pelotas, who really needs a new
nickname, the right hand man.
PUMA
And little cousin.
SOFIA
We’re tight knit.
KYLE
You know Nicolas, it’s not everyday
you just fall into the
assassination business. Not exactly
real estate.
SANTIAGO
God works in mysterious ways.
INT. SUV, MANAGUA - NIGHT
RADIO REPORTER
Crime in Nicaragua has spiked to
%300. It’s crawling with violent
criminals. It’s as if a massive ant
hill has been kicked by a child.
And that child’s callsign is
Krusty.
Kyle touches the satellite screen and switches to music.
KYLE
Ugh.
INT. PICKUP TRUCK
Puma parks and waits with Pelotas.
PUMA
(handheld radio)
In place, Alpha.
74.
INT. SUV
KYLE
Roger, Bravo.
SOFIA
All that crime loosens everything
up for us. Let’s focus on what we
need to do.
KYLE
Sounds good.
The SUV is parked down the street from a restaurant.
Suddenly, a motorcade pulls up to the awning.
A security team posts around the vehicles. One of them opens

the door for -
CARLOS GARCIA gets out of the car.
SOFIA
That’s him.
KYLE
Yep. Right on time. Good stuff.
Garcia is escorted inside with a few HOT DATES.
The security team collapses and the motorcade drives around

the block.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You know, if a President took a
limo service once in awhile no one
would ever know. These motorcades
advertise to the world where the
President is going.
An SUV pulls up.
Jones and Smitty step out of the vehicle.
Smitty hands the keys to the VALET.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Mother fucker.
SOFIA
What is it?
75.
KYLE
My fucking bosses. Hi guys. Been a
couple months.
Kyle can’t believe it and quickly raises the camera and snaps
away.
He looks down the street and sees two similar SUVs parked a
couple blocks away and takes more pictures.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Piece of shit.
SOFIA
What do you want to do?
KYLE
I don’t know. WAIT! No more radios.
Text Puma, no more radios. If those
assholes are here, they brought
muscle and DF equipment. I think
that’s a quick reaction team down
the street.
INT. ARMORED SUV, TINTED WINDOWS
Two OPERATIVES watch the venue with cameras in the dark. One
takes a picture of Sofia’s SUV. Operator 2, in the passenger
seat pulls out a THERMAL SCOPE from his backpack.
POV: THERMAL VISION. TWO PEOPLE SIT IN THE SUV. ONE IS

CLEARLY A WOMAN. THE OTHER A MAN.
INT. SOFIA’S SUV - NIGHT
Kyle looks around the venue. He notices the vehicle.
KYLE
Let’s head back. We need a plan.
Text Puma to check out that vehicle
and see what he does. Like, don’t
tell them to ask if they’re
watching us.
Sofia texts Puma. As Kyle pulls out and makes a U-turn.
SOFIA
You know, there’s a reason our
businesses have successful
intelligence.
76.
EXT. DOWN THE STREET - NIGHT
Puma gets the text in Spanish, “Check them out. Be nice.”
PUMA
Pelotas.
The operative vehicle is 100 yards ahead of them. Sofia and

Kyle are further down the street.
PUMA (CONT'D)
(Spanish)
Pour that tequila all over you.
PELOTAS
(Spanish)
All of it?
PUMA
(Spanish)
NO. We need it for the ride home.
PELOTAS
(Spanish)
What about the store?
PUMA
(Spanish)
Just go see what they do.
Pelotas splashes tequila on his face and neck and drinks a

big gulp.
EXT. STREET
Pelotas expertly walks like a drunk down the street.
INT. OPERATIVE’S SUV
Operator 1 sits behind the wheel. Eyes like a hawk.
OPERATOR 1
This place just feels creepy.
Operator 2 takes a picture of Sofia’s SUV.
OPERATOR 2
That reminds me. I fuckin’ stopped
a group of shitheads from raping
some chick today.
77.
OPERATOR 1
No shit. I watched a store get
robbed.
EXT. STREET
Pelotas really acts it up. He takes a big swig and stumbles

in the middle of the sidewalk.
INT. OPERATIVE'S SUV
OPERATOR 2
You think Newt and Clutch were
right?
OPERATOR 1
We shouldn’t think that much into
it. We have orders and we do our
patriotic duty.
OPERATOR 2
Fair enough. We’ve got company.
THUMP!
Pelotas’s face is in the passenger window.
PELOTAS
QUE PASA?!
Pelotas dances in a circle.
OPERATOR 2
Must be celebrating his new
freedom.
OPERATOR 1
Thanks to Newt’s buddy Krusty.
Pelotas stares into the passenger window and taps on the

glass.
PELOTAS
Dinero? Dinero?
OPERATOR 1
Get him the fuck outta here.
78.
EXT. SIDEWALK
Pelotas raises the bottle and does a little dance in front of

the operative’s car.
INT. OPERATIVE'S SUV
Operator 1 puts it in gear and drives away.
INT. PICKUP TRUCK
Puma slow rolls up to Pelotas who laughs.
PELOTAS
(Spanish)
They freaked out.
INT. SANTIAGO’S MANSION - DAY
Sofia and Kyle show Santiago the pictures of Smitty and

Jones.
SANTIAGO
This one, Smitty, I don’t know.
But, this man, however -
Looking at Jones’s face.
SANTIAGO (CONT'D)
This man I know. Mr. Jones. He’s
the Puppeteer. He hasn’t shown his
face down here in a long time.
Kyle nods his head and grits his teeth.
KYLE
Nicolas, we need to beef up
security.
INT. JUNGLE WAREHOUSE - DAY
Sofia, Kyle, Puma and Pelotas have coffee and snacks.
PELOTAS
They definitely have equipment.
KYLE
This sucks. Probably air support
too. At least a stupid drone.
79.
SOFIA
What can we do?
KYLE
Puma, I’d get your men to secure
this very compound.
PUMA
This place or the mansion?
KYLE
Everything.
Kyle dips shrimp and eats it.
SOFIA
What about Garcia?
EXT. CAPITOL BUILDING - DAY
Garcia walks with a security detail to his motorcade.

Reporters flood the steps. He smiles and waves.
Pelotas reads the paper on a park bench nearby.
POV: PELOTAS’S SUNGLASSES TAKE VIDEO AND TRANSMITS IT TO -
INT. JUNGLE WAREHOUSE, INTEL ROOM
Kyle and Sofia observe the monitor. Garcia gets in his

motorcade with the security detail.
EXT. PARK, MANAGUA
Pelotas folds his paper as he watches the motorcade pull out.
PELOTAS
Dos y quince.
Kyle writes down the time, 2:15.
KYLE
On the dot. Good.
SOFIA
Why good?
80.
KYLE
When they stick to their schedule,
it makes them predictable.
Kyle switches the monitor.
EXT. PARADISE DIVING AND SALVAGE - DAY
Puma drives his pickup into the parking lot.
KYLE (V.O.)
Paradise Diving. Find the operators
named Fria and Mecate.
Puma gets out of the truck.
INT. PARADISE DIVING AND SALVAGE
The bell on the door RINGS as Puma walks in and looks around.
No one at the counter.
There’s dive gear and apparel. Spare boat parts for sale.
Dive tour brochures. T-shirts, “Diver’s Do It Deeper.” Puma
picks up a tee shirt.
Fria walks in from the back to the register/counter.
FRIA
(Spanish)
May I help you?
Puma looks up with his sunglasses still on.
MONITOR: FRIA SPEAKS FROM THE REGISTER.
Kyle’s eyes are locked.
SOFIA
What is it?
KYLE
That’s her. That’s fuckin’ her.
Text him that’s her and to expect
Mecate around.
Sofia texts.
81.
TANGO RINGTONE.
Puma checks his iPhone: “That’s her. Watch out for Mecate.
Find something out.”
PUMA
(Spanish)
I’m looking for work.
FRIA
(Spanish)
There’s lots of work thanks to the
oil spill. Just not here. We are
fully staffed.
Puma pulls out his wallet and hands her a bill for the tee
shirt.
PUMA
(Spanish)
Thank you. I’ll take this, please -
Kyle and Sofia look at the monitor: Puma walks to his truck.
KYLE
I’ve got a plan.
EXT. PATIO, SANTIAGO MANSION - NIGHT
Small fire pits are lit around the pool. Santiago enjoys wine
and the view with Kyle and Sofia.
Dinner is served. Fresh meat, vegetables and red wine. Bread

and butter. Authentic Nicaraguan cuisine.
KYLE
We take out Fria and Mecate at the
dive shop. That should alert Jones
and Smitty. After that, we go after
Garcia’s security detail and take
him out.
EXT. MID-AIR
TWO F-18s fly over the Nicaraguan jungle.

82.
PILOT 1
Roger. Should be right over this
mountain.
The planes fly over a mountain.
Up ahead they see the lights of the Santiago property.
PILOT 1 (CONT'D)
Target confirmed.
EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT
Smitty and his TACTICAL TEAM are camouflaged and recon

Santiago’s warehouse.
Smitty holds the handheld radio.
SMITTY
Take ‘em out.
He spits tobacco.
The team are ready with their weapons. They wait.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Get ready.
EXT. MID-AIR
The F-18’s soar towards the Santiago property and release

ROCKETS.
SOFIA
It’s amazing.
THE ROCKETS AIM ALL OVER THE PROPERTY.
EXT. PATIO, SANTIAGO MANSION
Sparks in the sky get Kyle’s attention as he chews a big

piece of meat.
SOFIA
Making money off the cleanup. It’s
so corrupt. At the expense of our
marine life. Our shoreline. Our
economy. For once our economy is on
the brink of a large boom.
83.
KYLE
GET IN THE POOL!
SOFIA
Wha---?!
Kyle grabs Sofia by the wrist and hurls her -
INTO the pool. A ROCKET HITS THE HOUSE - He grabs Santiago

and they LEAP together -
UNDERWATER
BOOM!
KTLE HAS SANTIAGO AND SOFIA WITH HIM BY THE LADDER. THE
FLAMES COVER THE POOL.
ABOVE - THE PROPERTY IS DECIMATED - ON FIRE.
Puma and Pelotas with a handful of GUERRILLAS plan for an

operation. There’s a map with pictures of Jones, Smitty,
Garcia, the motorcade, Mecate and Fria on the boat, Paradise
Diving and Salvage.
Two of the guys get explosives ready.
Two others go over the weapons and ammo.
NO ONE WATCHES THE MONITORS THAT SHOW -
EXT. WAREHOUSE
Smitty’s 8 OPERATORS set explosives on the door.
OPERATOR 1
Stand by.
EXT. SANTIAGO PROPERTY - NIGHT
Flames everywhere.
Kyle, Santiago and Sofia are on foot towards the BARN.
EXT. JUNGLE WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
THE DOOR CHARGE EXPLODES A PRECISION CUT THROUGH THE STEEL

DOOR.
84.
THE DOOR BLASTS OPEN.
SMITTY’S TEAM ENTERS THE DOOR AND TAKES OUT THE FIRST MILITIA
TYPES.
Puma and Pelotas dive for cover.
EXT. BARN
Sofia, Santiago and Kyle get on horses.
SOFIA
We’ll take the path to the
warehouse.
Sofia leads them down a dark jungle path.
Puma pulls his pistol out from his hip holster and SHOOTS
OPERATOR 8 dead.
Smitty gets behind cover as his team fights.
Pelotas pulls a modern version of an ANCIENT MAYAN CLUB with

BLACK VOLCANIC BLADES. He moves around a vehicle -
OPERATOR 7 SWEEPS HIS WEAPON - WHACK! Pelotas SLAMS the club

into his head killing him instantly.
Operator 2 SHOOTS Pelotas dead.
EXT. JUNGLE PATH
Kyle follows Santiago and Sofia on horseback.
Puma looks around.
All his men are dead.
The place is a mess.
He SHOOTS - MISSES.
The team covers him.

85.
Smitty comes out from behind cover lobs a grenade over a

parked SUV.
A GRENADE BOUNCES BY HIS FEET. HE CROSSES HIS HEART AND

SHAKES HIS HEAD - BOOM!
INT. WAREHOUSE
KYLE
Careful.
Kyle, Santiago and Sofia walk into -
Smitty’s team aims their rifles at them.
SMITTY
Come right in, please.
Smitty takes a look at Kyle.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
You look super, Krusty. Just super.
Their hands are up.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Stun ‘em and wrap ‘em up.
KYLE
Fu-
The team shoots the STUN option on their rifles.
Sofia, Santiago and Kyle are hit with STUN darts that
paralyze them and knock them out.
The team zip ties their wrists.
SMITTY
Torch it.
Team members pour cans of gasoline everywhere.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD - NIGHT
The team drives away.
The warehouse explodes in the rain -

86.
INT. DARK PLACE
Kyle is bound in a tight dark space. A BOX.
It rocks.
The unmistakable sound of water against a fiberglass bottom.
EXT. THE STERN, PARDISE DIVING YACHT - NIGHT
Mecate chums the water. Shark fins break the surface.
MECATE
They’re hungry.
Fria drives across the water.
Santiago is dragged in a beach chair by GOON 3. The same one

from the prison with the garden hose whip.
Santiago bleeds from his nose and mouth.
Goon 3 props the chair by the end of the stern. The

floodlights on the yacht illuminate the stern.
Jones and Smitty walk out of the cabin.
Jones stands in front of Santiago.
SMITTY
I’m going to ask you one more time.
INT. DARK BOX
SMITTY (O.S.)
What are you and Krusty planning?
Krusty struggles as his hands are flecuffed behind him.
EXT. STERN
Jones examines Santiago.
AGENT JONES
Bring her out SAMUEL.
Goon 3 opens a fish holding compartment and pulls up Sofia.

She is bound with flexcuffs.
Smitty has a beach chair ready for her.

87.
Samuel (Goon 3) shoves her on the chair.
SMITTY
Get Krusty.
INT. DARK BOX
The floodlights blind Kyle as -
EXT. STERN
Mecate helps Samuel pull Kyle out of the other fish holding
compartment.
They shove him on a beach chair, hands still cuffed behind

him ankles bound by duct tape.
Samuel wields a large bowie knife.
SMITTY
One last time Mr. Santiago. What
are your plans for Garcia?
SANTIAGO
Go to Hell.
AGENT JONES
Very well. Samuel.
Samuel lifts up Santiago -
SOFIA
NO!
Samuel STABS Santiago in the stomach with the large knife.
He yanks out the knife, blood spills, Samuel SHOVES him into
the ocean.
SOFIA SCREAMS.
SHARKS MAUL SANTIAGO’S BODY.
Kyle is shocked.
KYLE
What the fuck is the matter with
you Smitty?!
88.
SMITTY
I’m sorry buddy. We needed you. You
did a great job. But, now you gotta
go.
AGENT JONES
Samuel, the girl.
Samuel picks up Sofia and holds the bowie knife to her

stomach.
KYLE
I did the job Smitty. I did what
you hired me to do.
AGENT JONES
Kyle. You’re just a pawn in this
game.
KYLE
SOFIA, JUMP!
Sofia, hands bound with a zip-tie and feet bound by duct

tape, LEAPS AWAY FROM SAMUEL INTO THE OCEAN.
UNDERWATER
She kicks.
EXT. STERN
The yacht drifts away from Sofia.
Everyone’s eyes focused where Sofia splashed.
Kyle HOPS and CRASHES INTO SAMUEL. BOTH BARREL OVERBOARD.
UNDERWATER
Kyle kicks down deeper. He wiggles his butt through his zip-
tied arms, then his feet.
He manages to get his feet through, by his wrists and now his
bound hands are in front.
SURFACE
Kyle breaks the surface for air.
The yacht makes a circle.
He sees Samuel treading.

89.
Kyle swims UNDERWATER. A little awkward as he is bound, but

he manages as he has been trained for this.
He swims up to Samuel and wraps his arms around him CHOKING

HIM.
A shark bumps them.
Samuel freaks, but is helpless. He grabs for Krusty’s head,

but he TIGHTENS his grip choking him as hard as he can.
They sink.
Kyle chokes him as hard as he can with his zip-tied wrists,

pushing his foot into the back of Samuel’s head.
Samuel shakes and shakes.
He goes limp as a shark inspects.
Kyle breaks the surface for air and dives back down.
He sees Samuel’s body. He searches his waist.
Nothing.
A shark zips by. He pushes the body away.
On the surface again, he looks around.
The yacht shines a spotlight and searches for them.
KYLE
SOFIA!
The yacht speeds by.
Kyle ducks.
Underwater, the boat speeds by overhead.
Kyle looks 360 for sharks.
EXT. STERN
Mecate, Smitty and Jones look for any sign of life.
SMITTY
THERE!
Mecate hooks the body of Samuel.
A shark tears it away with great force.

90.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
(laughing)
WHOAH!
SMITTY (CONT'D)
It was either here, in jail, or on
the streets for this fucker.
Underwater, Kyle swims as best he can.
He hears the engine move away.
He breaks the surface.
KYLE
SOFIA!
A shark zips by.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Shit.
He takes a deep breath and dives.
Underwater, Kyle reaches for his taped legs.
His fingers go over the tape. He looks for the end.
Hs fingernails tear the duct tape.
A CURIOUS SHARK - KYLE KICKS HIS NOSE.
It swims away.
EXT. YACHT - NIGHT
Fria drives one more circle. Mecate works the spotlight.
SMITTY
They must have drifted.
AGENT JONES
I just don’t like knowing.
SMITTY
There are a lot of sharks. They
tore the shit out of Samuel.
AGENT JONES
Still.
91.
SMITTY
I get it. Look on the bright side.
Krusty’s still public enemy number
one.
Underwater, Kyle tears the rest of the tape off.
He surfaces.
KYLE
SOFIA!
FURTHER AWAY -
Sofia gasps for air. She hears Kyle.
She awkwardly treads and looks for sharks. She sticks her
head underwater, then pops back up and breathes.
SOFIA
Kyle!
At Kyle -
KYLE
Sofia, I hear you! Stay calm.
He swims toward her.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I’m coming.
He hears the boat.
He sees her.
He pulls his way through the water as he kicks.
SOFIA
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Kyle catches up to her.
KYLE
You okay?
SOFIA
Yes. No. I don’t know.
KYLE
Are you taped up?
92.
SOFIA
Yes. I got my hands out front
though.
KYLE
They’re coming. Deep breath, then
dive. I’ll work on your tape.
The yacht gets closer.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Ready? One, two, three.
They dive.
Underwater, Kyle finds the end of the tape on her ankles and
tears the tape off. He unravels it over and over.
The yacht speeds by overhead.
Kyle finishes her tape and her legs are free.
They surface for air.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Start working for shore. We’ll get
a rock or something to cut off
these zip-ties.
The yacht pulls away and heads back to the city.
EXT. SURFACE - DAWN
Sofia and Kyle swim a modified sidestroke with the wrists

still bound.
KYLE
Big scissor kicks. Keep it up. Nice
and easy. Almost there.
The sun peers over the horizon.
The waves are pretty big. A surfer’s paradise.
Kyle looks back as they are now in the wave set.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Body surfing. Ready? This one.
KYLE SWIMS HARD. SOFIA FOLLOWS. THEY BODY SURF THE WAVE UNTIL
IT SWALLOWS THEM.
It spits them out on the beach.

93.
Kyle and Sofia drag themselves out of the ocean.
KYLE (CONT'D)
To the trees. Come on.
He jogs. She drags behind him.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Come on. Let’s go!
She hurries.
EXT. JUNGLE
They search for a place to rest.
KYLE
Wait here.
SOFIA
What are you doing?
KYLE
Gonna find us a sharp rock and get
these fucking zip-ties off us.
Actually....
He walks to the shore and looks at the sand.
She watches him. She can’t believe his energy.
He finds a clam shell and runs to Sofia.
Scissoring away the clam shell finally weakens her ties and
her wrists break free.
Instant relief.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Now, you do me.
He winks and smiles. Her sense of humor is gone for now.
She does the same and breaks his ties.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Oh, oh, oh, thank God. That shit
hurts.
He sits down next to her in the shade.
SOFIA
What are we going to do?
94.
KYLE
Rest here for a bit. Get some
strength back.
SOFIA
Then what?
KYLE
I don’t know.
They take a nap.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
They skirt the beach.
The oil rigs line the ocean. Not as chaotic as before.
Kyle stops by a tree.
SOFIA
What is it?
Kyle points out the peninsula ahead.
KYLE
I think I’ve been on that
peninsula.
They continue down the beach in the treeline.
EXT. PENINSULA - DAY
He leads Sofia to where he buried his dive gear.
SOFIA
What’s this?
KYLE
This is my dive gear.
SOFIA
Okay?
He thinks. A fly bites him -
KYLE
Ouch! Jeez.
Boats and helicopters are busy at the oil spill.
There are signs of oil on the beach.

95.
KYLE (CONT'D)
This way.
SOFIA
Where are we going?
KYLE
The heart of darkness.
SOFIA
Just follow me.
They follow the same path Kyle used after the oil rig Op.
INTERSECTION.
They hurry across the road.
EXT. LAKE - AFTERNOON
It’s the same lake as before. Kyle finds the cave. In it is

his bottle of oil.
KYLE
Good. You know, sometimes I forget
how smart I am.
Sofia looks around.
Kyle walks to the edge of the lake. He wades in.
Sofia spots a CAIMAN, a type of crocodile.
He dives down and searches.
She spots the caiman swimming towards Kyle.
He pops up with his KRISS submachine gun laughing -
KYLE (CONT'D)
Oh man! I am the best!
He tosses it on the edge of the shore.
SOFIA
Kyle! Caiman!
KYLE
Huh?
He looks behind him and doesn’t see anything.

96.
SOFIA
Caiman!
KYLE
Okay. I’m going back down.
SOFIA
No! Cai-
He dives.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
- Man.
He pops back up with the pistol. He tosses it near the KRISS.
Sofia gets up and grabs the weapons.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
Kyle! There are caiman in the
water!
KYLE
Caiman! Caiman! Caiman! What the
fuck is a Caiman, Sofia? No one
knows what a fucking caiman is?
SOFIA
A kind of crocodile you stupid
idiot!
He jerks around and spots one.
KYLE
Shit!
It seems far enough away, but approaching.
KYLE (CONT'D)
The guns are no good without the
magazines.
He dives.
Underwater, he frantically searches.
He searches.
He searches.
He pops back up.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You see them?
97.
SOFIA
No.
He dives and searches.
He sees the pistol and KRISS magazines.
He collects them and comes face to face with a large Caiman!
Kyle launches out of the shallow water.
KYLE
Yeaoh!
He hurries out of the water cradling the magazines.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Jesus Christ!
SOFIA
Did they bite you?
KYLE
No, I’m good.
A Caiman walks out of the cave.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Watch out!
She turns and shrieks at the caiman.
He picks up the KRISS and loads a magazine. Kyle gets in

between.
He shoots the gun into the ground.
The caiman leaves for the water.
Kyle is happy with his performance.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Alright. Still works!
SOFIA
Nice job.
KYLE
Oh shit.
SOFIA
What now?
98.
KYLE
Another stupid caiman on top of the
pistol and mags.
SOFIA
Shoot it.
KYLE
Sofia, we are invading their space.
I’ll just beat the shit out of it.
INT. CAVE
Kyle uses his shirt as a rag and cleans the bullets,

magazines and gun with the small bottle of oil.
He hands her the pistol and loaded pistol mags.
SOFIA
What are you thinking?
KYLE
I don’t know. I’m thinking get back
to Paradise Diving. There’s a town
nearby. Maybe we can acquire
ourselves a vehicle.
SOFIA
My father...
KYLE
I know. I’m sorry.
SOFIA
You’re sorry.
KYLE
Yeah, I’m sorry!
SOFIA
It’s your fault my father is dead.
KYLE
No, it’s not.
SOFIA
Yes it is! You ARE a terrorist. If
not for you, none of this mess
would have happened!
KYLE
Actually, my corrupt agency people
are to blame.
(MORE)
99.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Same with your new President. If it
wasn’t me, someone else would have
played the pawn.
SOFIA
But, why the oil spill? Why?
KYLE
I don't know.
SOFIA
Why don’t you know? You DID it!
KYLE
Just because I did it doesn’t mean
I know why they wanted it done.
SOFIA
You area a STUPID man.
KYLE
Not very classy, Sofia.
SOFIA
What kind of name is Krusty anyway?
KYLE
It’s a callsign. I used it in Iraq.
She stares lasers into him.
KYLE (CONT'D)
From a cartoon. You know, Los
Simpsons?
SOFIA
I get it. It’s just that, the more
I get to know you, the more I
realize -
KYLE
How good looking I am?
SOFIA
That you’re more of a child than a
professional terrorist.
KYLE
I’m a child soldier. I grew up in
New Jersey. It was rough around
Princeton.
SOFIA
I don’t like your sarcasm!
100.
KYLE
GOOD!
She turns around frustrated.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Sofia, two months ago I was in the
Virginia Beach City Jail for
drinking and driving. Now I’m one
of the world’s most wanted
assholes. My own government set me
up. Even someone I served in the
SEAL Teams with. Good call by the
way.
She manages a smile through her tears.
SOFIA
Thanks.
KYLE
I agreed to do this because my life
has been so fucked up. I lost my
career just because I did a little
cocaine. It probably came from your
cartel! I lost the woman I loved.
Hate her now. But, most important
of all, I did this because I
thought I was getting my life back.
I thought I would be able to see my
daughter for the first time. Now? I
don’t think it’s ever gonna happen.
Tears slide down his face. He sits down defeated.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Your father promised me he would
help me meet her. Now? Whatever. I
should have just stayed in jail.
You know how many times I’ve
thought about killing myself?
Silence. Birds call. The wind blows.
She sits down next to him and puts her arm around him.
SOFIA
They blew up one of our mansions.
KYLE
One of them?
101.
SOFIA
We actually expected it one day.
They barely made a dent. That’s not
even where our main operation is.
KYLE
Fantastic.
SOFIA
Kyle, look at me.
He looks at her through tears.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
If we get through this. I will make
good on my father’s promise.
She kisses him. They have a moment.
He looks at her and nods his head like a sad child.
Snapping out of it he paces around.
KYLE
Okay, we gotta think.
SOFIA
Okay.
KYLE
Why are they here?
SOFIA
They know you’re out of prison.
KYLE
We know they were behind trying to
kill me there.
SOFIA
How do you know?
KYLE
Because that Night Stalker looking
asshole that killed your father
tried to kill me twice in prison.
Third time wasn’t a charm. I killed
him underwater by the way.
They walk back to the beach and stare out at the oil
operation.
SOFIA
That’s it!
102.
KYLE
What’s it?
SOFIA
The ocean.
KYLE
No duh. I know. It’s right there.
SOFIA
No.
KYLE
Then, what?
SOFIA
Flores owns an ocean salvage
operation.
KYLE
That’s what Paradise Diving is.
That and diving.
SOFIA
After the BP oil spill in the Gulf
of Mexico, did you know BP made
more cleaning up the spill than
actually drilling?
KYLE
Nope.
SOFIA
That’s what they’re doing.
KYLE
No way. Why ruin the ocean?
SOFIA
That is a very odd question coming
form the man that did it.
KYLE
I thought I was a child. Anyway,
what are you saying?
SOFIA
Well, Nicaragua was not going to
give oil to the United States.
Garcia was a favorite for the next
election. They kill the President,
Garcia goes in and makes a literal
killing on the side as America
“Helps” us clean up the disaster.
103.
KYLE
That’s crazy. Brilliant. But...
wow. You’re very smart. That’s it
isn’t it?
SOFIA
I know it.
KYLE
For the record, I like being called
assassin better.
SOFIA
Better than idiot?
KYLE
No. Better than terrorist.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD
Sofia and Kyle walk down the side of the road. They conceal
their weapons as best they can with their shirts and bodies.
Cautiously they arrive an intersection and cross.
A car drives by.
They walk casual.
KYLE
See any cars for the taking?
Sofia looks. There are houses down the road.
The sun begins to sink.
SOFIA
I’m hungry. Thirsty.
KYLE
I know.
SOFIA
I have an idea.
EXT. LOCAL HOUSE
Kyle stands by the edge of the road.
Sofia walks up to the front door.
A MAN answers.
104.
Kyle looks.
Sofia and the owner look at him briefly. They discuss. They
hug. The man yells something back inside and walks Sofia
around to the driveway.
I/E. PICKUP TRUCK - NIGHT
Trash from sandwiches and other food lay on the floor. The
guns are on the seat.
KYLE
I can’t believe you just told them
who your father is. Was.
SOFIA
Membership has its privileges. Got
another surprise for you if we get
through this.
KYLE
I’m not sure I like surprises
anymore.
Sofia pats his knee and drives.
EXT. JUNGLE ROAD
The pickup drives towards the port city.
EXT. CITY
Sofia drives the main road by the ocean.
KYLE
We get Fria and Mecate, we get
answers.
SOFIA
I need a phone. I can get in touch
with the militia.
KYLE
We don’t have time. We’ll call from
the dive shop.
I/E. PICKUP, PARKING LOT
Sofia parks. It’s near the shore.

105.
KYLE
Paradise Diving is around the
block. Remember, these people fed
your father to sharks. Basically us
too. We cannot be easy on them.
Right?
Sofia grits her teeth and nods.
SOFIA
I’m a Harvard educated lawyer who
broke you out of prison with a
militia, an RPG and explosives.
KYLE
Right.
EXT. AROUND THE BLOCK
KYLE
Go around to the front. Have your
pistol ready for when they
recognize you.
SOFIA
Okay.
She walks to the front of Paradise Diving and Salvage.
EXT. PARADISE DIVING AND SALVAGE
Kyle sneaks through the shadows by the parked vehicles.
He peeks in the window.
EXT. FRONT
Sofia is focused. She goes for the front door.
She stands in front -
THE DOOR OPENS WITH A SHOTGUN POINTED AT HER HEAD.
Sofia is frozen.
MECATE
Come in.
106.
Mecate points the shotgun at her face.
Fria walks in.
MECATE
Where is your friend?
BANG! Mecate’s head explodes - blood shoots on Sofia’s face.
BANG!
Fria is shot in the ass and drops her gun. Her hip is
shattered and can’t move.
Sofia is frozen.
Kyle steps over Fria and kicks her gun towards Sofia.
KYLE
Snap out of it. (To Fria) Where are
Jones and Smitty?
FRIA
Go to Hell.
Sofia kicks her in the face and pushes Kyle out of the way.
She points the pistol at her face.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
Why did you kill my father? He’s
done so much good here!
FRIA
(Spanish)
He had his chance.
SOFIA
(Spanish)
I’ll cut your tits off and feed you
to the sharks. Where are they?
INT. AIR COMPRESSOR ROOM
Mecate’s body is on the ground in the air compressor room.
Kyle drags Fria there and takes the cell phones out of their
pockets.
He finds a fish filet knife.

107.
KYLE
We’ll need the pin numbers, Fria.
EXT. OUTSIDE PARADISE DIVING
Fria’s loud torturous scream scares birds away.
INT. STORE ROOM
Sofia and Kyle look through text messages.
KYLE
Call your militia. I’ll get Smitty
and Jones.
Sofia makes a call and leaves the room.
Kyle looks on Fria’s phone. He writes a text to Jones:

PUPPETEER.
He erases it.
I’M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF.
He erases it.
NEED YOU AT THE DIVE SHOP. WE GOT THEM ALIVE. (SMILEY EMOJI)
INT. HOTEL BAR
Jones sips a whiskey.
He reads his text.
He glances at the overhead TV.
He dials Smitty.
AGENT JONES
Get your team over to Paradise
Diving.
He hangs up, sips his whiskey and makes another call.
AGENT JONES (CONT'D)

We may have a serious problem on
our hands.
108.
EXT. HOTEL PARKING
Smitty and his team load up the SUVs.
Kyle opens the armory door.
He opens a drawer with CLAYMORE MINES.
KYLE
Front towards enemy baby.
EXT. STREET
Smitty’s team drives down the street.
Krusty unravels claymore wire.
KYLE
You know these things, right?
SOFIA
Yes.
KYLE
Stick them about ten yards from
doors and windows. We can’t have
the back blast hit us inside here.
The windows will blow out so watch
out, but these will turn them into
Swiss cheese. Put trash on them.
Paper bags, shit like that to
conceal them.
EXT. PARADISE BACK LOT
Sofia places two claymores in the grass just outside. She

places trash or debris to camouflage them and follows the
wire back inside.
EXT. PARADISE FRONT
Kyle sticks claymores in the grass in front of the windows

and the door. He conceals them with palms.
109.
INT. ARMORY
Kyle finds magazines for the KRISS and .45 Cal ammo. Body
armor.
He pushes 9 millimeter ammo to Sofia.
SOFIA
We have Ak-47s right?
KYLE
We have everything here.
She looks in the armory and finds an AK.
He pushes her a box of AK rounds.
She starts loading AK magazines.
KYLE (CONT'D)
We don’t have much time. When are
your boys coming?
SOFIA
They’re moving. They know we’re
here.
KYLE
Good.
He looks in a closet and finds.... A LAW ROCKET.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Party time.
INT. STORE FRONT
Kyle places the LAW ROCKET by a window. He wears body armor.
KYLE
Come here.
She wears body armor and walks over with her AK-47.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You’re good with that, right?
She looks at him with an ARE YOU SERIOUS face. Tires screech
outside.
110.
KYLE (CONT'D)
They’re here. Watch the back.
Anyone comes, start clacking those
claymores. Tell your boys it’s
party time.
SOFIA
Okay.
She runs to the back.
Kyle has assault rifles and magazines set up at all the

windows.
EXT. PARADISE DIVING AND SALVAGE - NIGHT
All the lights are out except the front store light. The sign
on the door says, “Open.”
Smitty and some team members walk up to the front door. He

walks behind the team.
INT. STORE FRONT
The team members are naturally a shield for Smitty as they

casually -
BOOM! The claymores explode.
Ball bearings rip through the team killing them.
The rest of the team by the SUVs dive for cover.
EXT. PARADISE DIVING LOT
Other team members approach.
INT. BACK ROOM
Sofia CLACKS off the claymores.
EXT. PARADISE DIVING LOT
The claymores EXPLODE.
INT. STORE FRONT
Krusty fires at the SUVs.

111.
IN THE BACK - Sofia fires at any survivors as they run or

crawl for cover.
EXT. STREET
OPERATOR 6 pulls out a machine gun and BLASTS the front of

the store.
INT. STORE FRONT
Bullets fly into the windows. Kyle dives for cover.
He reaches for the law rocket.
KYLE
SOFIA! STAY DOWN FOR A SECOND!
The store front is relatively big. It shows off dive gear and
maritime goods. For a LAW rocket launcher there’s almost
enough room with hallways and windows to vent the back blast
for the rocket.
Kyle stands in front of the window and AIMS at an SUV.
THE ROCKET BLASTS THROUGH THE WINDOW AND EXPLODES THE SUV.
The back blast THRUSTS Kyle through window onto his face in
front of the store.
EXT. STORE FRONT
Smitty rolls out from underneath a pile of bodies. He sees

Kyle on his face.
SMITTY
You stupid mother fucker!
Kyle looks up at Smitty standing over him.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
Never give up, huh? Did you just
blow yourself out of the window
with that rocket blast? You really
are stupid.
He kicks Krusty across the face.
SMITTY (CONT'D)
What did you think you’d prove?
Smitty paces. He looks around at his casualties.

112.
Kyle flops over.
KYLE
Teams and shit.
Smitty holds his pistol at Krusty’s face.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Smitty’s shot in the chest and falls back.
Sofia follows through with her shots from inside.
Kyle gets up and runs inside for Sofia.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Thank you.
SOFIA
What now?
Kyle looks back.
Smitty rolls over. His body armor shows from under his shirt.
From his back he throws a grenade through the window.
INT. DIVE SHOP
Kyle tugs Sofia around a corner.
The grenade bounces under a table and EXPLODES.
KYLE
Come on.
EXT. STORE FRONT
Smitty throws his body armor to the ground in pain.
SMITTY
Light the whole place up.
2 Helicopters fly over and position over Paradise Diving.
INT. HELICOPTER
Jones points at Paradise Diving for the pilot.
AGENT JONES
No such thing as collateral damage.
113.
They hear the helicopter.
KYLE
Hide in the armory.
Bullets riddle through the building.
Sofia screams sitting in a gun safe half closed with her legs
sticking out.
The helicopters tear the building to shreds.
INT. ARMORY
Kyle and Sofia sit there and take the barrage of bullets
around them.
Sofia makes herself as small as possible.
Kyle curls into a ball by the safe getting as much cover as

possible.
EXT. STREET
Smitty looks at the building.
On the radio.
SMITTY
Jonzy, have them move around the
building to make sure.
INT. HELICOPTER
Jones points to the other side.
AGENT JONES
Roger.
The helicopters maneuver.
INT. ARMORY
Krusty stands up.

114.
KYLE
We gotta get outta here now.
He goes into the closet and grabs another LAW.
The helicopters maneuver around.
Kyle busts out the door.
HE AIMS THE LAW ROCKET AND FIRES.
INT. HELICOPTER
Jones sees Kyle.
AGENT JONES
THERE!
THE ROCKET STRIKES. THE HELICOPTER BLOWS UP.
From the door -
SOFIA
YES!
KYLE
Fuck that guy.
EXT. STREET
Smitty can’t believe it.
The other helicopter maneuvers around.
EXT. STREET
Down the street a caravan of pick up trucks and SUVs race to

the action. It’s full of men with guns.
It’s Santiago’s cartel militia.

115.
Kyle tosses aside the empty LAW and sprints for Sofia.
There are gas tanks in the lot.
The helicopter SHOOTS ROCKETS.
Kyle grabs Sofia and they dive for cover behind a wall.
The rockets and gas tanks explode.
The side of the building is destroyed.
Kyle hits his head into a wall and falls flat on Sofia.
EXT. STREET
The militia unloads machine gunfire at the remaining

helicopter and SUVs.
Bullets hit Smitty, this time without body armor.
More machine gun fire on the helicopter.
The helicopter spins out of control.
A man SPRINTS out of his car with a MAYAN CLUB with the
volcanic blades on the edge.
Smitty can’t believe he’s hit.
The man SPRINTS up to Smitty and WHACKS his head, splitting

it in half with the volcanic blade.
Kyle walks outside and stares down at his old colleague.
KYLE
Teams and shit you fuckin’ asshole.
FADE TO:
REPORTER
Retaliation for the death of
Nicolas Santiago. State Department
says they are not sure how the CIA
quick response team and two field
agents are linked to this street
violence. But, in the aftermath of
the oil rig, it’s clear that
something is amiss.
116.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Kyle lies in bed asleep.
He wakes to see Sofia slip on a bathing suit. He grunts in

pain.
EXT. BEACH HOUSE
Sofia walks barefoot in the sand with Kyle.
SOFIA
Do you like my island?
KYLE
Not bad. If you’re into owning
islands.
SOFIA
I am. The Galapagos isn’t too far.
One day we’ll take my yacht.
PULL BACK TO A TROPICAL ISLAND WITH A MANSION.
Waling the beach -
KYLE
Do you realize I was going to be a
stand up comic? I was sure I could
nail it. Still could, probably.
SOFIA
You are funny.
KYLE
I have a lot of stuff to complain
about.
They laugh.
She grabs him by the waist and gives him a big kiss.
KYLE (CONT'D)
What do we do now? The two guys
that could have cleared me are
dead.
Something clicks in his head.
KYLE (CONT'D)
President Garcia.
117.
SOFIA
Spoken like a true assassin.
KYLE
What about my daughter?
SOFIA
Santiago’s always keep a promise.
EXT. NICARAGUAN CAPITOL BUILDING - DAY
INT. PRESIDENT GARCIA’S OFFICE - DAY
President Garcia walks in with his aides.
He listens and then responds.
They exit.
He sits at his desk.
He signs some papers.
A pistol with silencer is pressed to the back of his head.
KYLE
Hola Presidente.
Garcia freezes.
Kyle walks around the desk aiming the pistol at his head.
PRESIDENT GARCIA
Do you really think you can get
away with this?
KYLE
Yeah.
PRESIDENT GARCIA
What do you want?
KYLE
I’d like to make a deal.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK WITH A POND, AMERICA - DAY
Kyle paces around. He’s clean shaven with a very short

haircut and dressed smart casual.
118.
A black car parks in the parking lot.
Kathryn gets out and stands there peering at him for a moment
as a COUNSELOR walks over with a six year old blonde girl,
MARY.
Kyle looks nervous and uncomfortable.
The counselor encourages Mary to walk up to him.
Mary’s eyes are locked with Kyle’s. He’s a giant to her.
Kyle takes a step towards her and gets down on one knee.
KYLE
Look at you! You’re beautiful,
Mary.
Mary smiles and inches closer.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Do you know who I am?
MARY
Daddy!
Kyle gives her a big smile and opens his arms.
She rushes in to hug him for the first time. Kyle tries not
to cry, but soaks his tears in her shoulders.
The end.

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NICARAGUA

A helicopter flies over a large area of Pacific Oil Rigs. A

The helicopter banks and holds over an oil platform.

SMITTY, 40, an American, looks like a reporter with a camera

The NICARAGUAN PILOT nods and steers to another oil rig.

EXT. MANAGUA, NICARAGUA - DAY

Three different skyscrapers are being built.

Construction is all around the city. New banks are open.

EXT. HIGHWAY/ROAD - DAY

Oil trucks drive down a narrow road across the country.

A new highway is being built.

EXT. NORFOLK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, VA, USA - NIGHT

EXT. PICKUP AREA, ARRIVALS - NIGHT

A quick HONK. A black SUV waits for Smitty.

INT. SUV - NIGHT

Jones pulls away.

INT. JAIL, GENERAL POPULATION - NIGHT

Kyle, 30s, a well built, good looking blonde man is PUNCHED

He scans the half moon of ethnic males in orange jumpsuits.

As the guy makes a move, Kyle attacks, grabs his head,

He fights a half moon of inmates. His drunken punches keep

Kyle looks around, no escape.

INT. JAIL HALLWAY

INT. SOLITARY CELL

Kyle walks into his own small cell.

The door slams shut.

The door locks.

Kyle sits on the bottom bunk and stares at the toilet.

He puts his head in his hands.

INT. JAIL CELL

Kyle sits on the bottom bunk with a note pad.

FONZI, 46, black male with slicked back hair, paces.

Fonzi hops on the top bunk.

He puts the roll down and snaps up his orange jumpsuit.

INT. VISITOR’S ROOM

Kyle sits down in the booth and is stunned at who he sees

Smitty and Jones sit behind the glass.

Jones has a dark folder.

Kyle stares at him.

Kyle smiles through gritted teeth.

Jones leans in.

Kyle smiles and crosses his arms.

INT. BLACK CHEVY SUBURBAN - NIGHT

Kyle sits in the backseat in civilian clothes.

In the driver’s seat -

Kyle sits quiet.

EXT. BLACK CHEVY SUBURBAN - NIGHT

It speeds down the highway. EXIT for LANGLEY.

INT. BRIEFING ROOM, CIA

Pictures of OIL RIGS on panel TVs.

Kyle fills out paperwork. He signs the last page.

It’s Jones, Smitty and Kyle.

Jones presses a button on his remote. The TV switches to

AGENT JONES (CONT'D)

Jones looks at Smitty a little irritated.

Kyle looks like he was slapped with a white glove.

EXT. COMMERCIAL PLANE, MID AIR - DAY

A 767 cruises high above.

Kyle looks out his window through his sunglasses.